After two years in the Beehive, Luo Ming hadn't attained elite status, but he was living quite comfortably. Not only did he have his own independent dwelling in the Hive Main Zone, but the eleven others who initially came with him also resided together with him.
Leaving the Hive Main Building, Luo Ming and Shang Ping walked home in silence.
"Father, Uncle Ping, you're back!"
Seeing his younger son Luo Cheng, Luo Ming's face immediately lit up with a smile.
Luo Cheng, at ten years old, was already as sturdy as a young calf. His thick, coarse clothes were even better than what Luo Ming and Shang Ping wore, and with the Ten Forged knife in his hand, it was clear that his life in the Beehive was quite comfortable.
"Father, Uncle Ping, my Basic Strength has reached 4800. I reckon it'll only be a few days before I break through to the Logging Realm!"
Hearing Luo Cheng's words, Luo Ming immediately darted forward, grabbed his arm, pinched it for a while, and his smile grew even wider.
