I'm Sorry I'm Late

The large courtyard of the Mu Family was bustling with people. The morning sun's radiance illuminated every face, and the noise echoed, shaking the heavens and the earth.

In the center of the courtyard stood a black arena with a diameter of nearly five hundred meters. On both sides were continuous rows of spectators.

At the forefront of the spectator stands, there were three golden thrones. Though lifeless, they exuded a kingly aura, symbolizing power. Seated on the central throne was the Mu Family's patriarch, Mu Jingtian, a white-haired old man with a straight posture, emitting a terrifying invisible pressure.

On the left side sat a captivating man. With one hand on his hip and the other holding up his chin, he exuded a charm only found in women. If Mu Yang were present, he would surely recognize him as Hua Yu, the deputy head of the Clothes Pavilion, a man controlling vast amounts of wealth.