The youth flipped over and examined the excellent alchemical weapon for a moment, grasped it in one hand, and aimed it at the people who were slightly bowing their heads, sweating profusely, "So as long as you're sufficiently obedient—"
Sizzle—
A scorching beam swept over everyone's heads, burning off portions of some people's hair.
And Ian's voice followed, "You'll be able to live."
"That's how it is. Prepare to connect with my family's trade association, bring out your bylaws tomorrow, and if they're not good enough, don't bother, roll out yourself and make space for others with potential."
Having said this, the white-haired youth seemed to remember something; he turned his head and looked towards the captain of the former Leyan Territory's Guard Squad, "Oh, and you."
"Goul Tyson... Baron Leyan's former confidant, the captain of his Guard Squad—ended up joining forces with the Xuānfēng Sect, recognizing the other party as legitimate without any orders from The Empire..."