Chapter Eleven: The Cost of Rashness

"Young master, don't hesitate any more. The sons of the Sun and Wei families are formidable. If they get through the Twelve Palaces, there will be no place left in Boma City." The Xiao family's housekeeper was anxious as he watched Xiao Ziyu still engaged in a battle of wills at this crucial moment.

From the start, he had not been in favor of the plan to counterbalance Tang Luo. Although he hadn't seen him for many years, the young man who had dared to forcefully collect rents in Xiao Family territory after breaking through to the Mortal Realm, left a deep impression on him.

To make such a prideful figure bow down, Xiao Ziyu's plan was perhaps not rigorous enough from the beginning. But under the influence of his dual fiery lineage, not only had he become hot-tempered, but he had also become extremely arrogant, not heeding anyone's advice, and thus delaying until this point.

"Prepare the carriage!" Finally, after struggling, Xiao Ziyu coldly squeezed the words between his teeth.