Meeting the Elder of Wizard Clan

The Second Elder merely gave him a cold glance, and Mo Xuan swallowed the words he had been about to speak. His heart felt unwilling, but he knew he could not afford to offend this person standing before him.

As Mo Xuan stood there in a daze, the Second Elder's icy voice cut through the silence.

"Does young Lord have anything else to say?"

Mo Xuan shook his head repeatedly without speaking. He knew now was not the time to talk.

"Apologies, Second Elder, I was too hasty," Mo Xuan responded humbly.

The Second Elder nodded, his expression still stern. "I hope young Lord does not take offense."

With that, the Second Elder patted Mo Xuan's shoulder before turning and leaving.

Mo Xuan didn't dare speak out of turn in front of him. However, that didn't mean he had swallowed his anger.

He knew the Wizard Clan soldiers here were unreliable, so he had no choice but to resort to his trump cards. As the young Lord of Wizard Clan, surely he had some power of his own.