"What are your thoughts?"
Old Yuan looked intently at his youngest son, "Come, tell me. If what you say makes sense, I'll listen to you!"
Despite his age, Old Yuan was still sharp-minded.
After all, the Yuan Family was new to Daxia, and although Daxia had laws to accept people like them, clearing land was no simple task.
It takes at least three years for wasteland to become fertile land.
During this period, the Yuan Family had to sustain themselves.
"Dad, just now, I observed that this small path seems to have been unused for a long time."
"Which means, those who traveled this path before us either didn't report it to the authorities, or if they did, they were subdued by the authorities."
"If you know this, why would you still walk right into the Luo Net?"
Old Yuan looked at his youngest son in confusion.
The reason he opposed his son reporting this path was that he feared the Daxia authorities might secretly eliminate their family to maintain secrecy.
