Compared to his earlier attempt at smoothing things over, the Fifth Commander now seemed as though he had suddenly come to his senses. Before Xiao Yan and Mo Yu could even speak, he had already bowed in apology and even taken the initiative to seat them at the Xiao Clan's table.
Such behavior was undeniably strange.
Xiao Yan's heart stirred at the sight, but he did not dwell on it. He casually nodded, ignored the furious-looking Yang Hao, and headed toward the seats.
"Keep your dog under control!" Mo Yu snorted coldly as he flicked his sleeve and left, his voice deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear.
"You!" Yang Hao's eyes flared with rage. He was so furious that he nearly lost his mind, immediately preparing to activate his Dou Qi without regard for anything else.
However, before he could make a move, the Fifth Commander's gaze turned cold and he raised a hand to stop him.
"Enough! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?!" he snapped in a low voice.
Yang Hao's eyes were bloodshot as he said sinisterly, "The one who made the Ancient Clan lose face wasn't me—it was that Xiao Clan bastard!"
As the Third Commander of the Black Mist Army, Yang Hao surpassed the Fifth Commander in both status and strength. Naturally, he held no respect for him whatsoever. On top of having just been insulted before countless people, he was furious to the point of nearly losing his reason, so he no longer bothered to spare the other man's dignity.
"Idiot!"
Seeing that Yang Hao refused to listen, the Fifth Commander was equally alarmed and enraged. He said coldly, "Have you forgotten that lord's plan?"
The words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. Yang Hao shuddered violently, and his mind