The Great-uncle's Cough

Although the Mi Family was capable of launching a rebellion involving tens of thousands and raising an army of over ten thousand, that was only possible by throwing in everything they had.

It was also the foundation of the Mi Family, something they could use only once. They absolutely would not deploy it unless their very survival was at stake.

But look at Wang Xuan. In just a few short months, he had raised a force of nearly seven thousand, two thousand of whom were absolute elites. His experts were beyond anything the Mi Family could match. At the very least, the Mi Family could not produce even a single general who had reached Qi Refining into Gang.

If the two families went head-to-head, Mi Zhu was not belittling himself when he said that his family would absolutely not be Wang Xuan's match. This realization left him shocked, even frightened. How wealthy was the Mi Family, and how long had it taken them to develop to their current state? Over a hundred years. And how long had the other side taken? Three months, or two?!

Although Wang Xuan still had no foundation to speak of, and the troops in his hands could be called rootless duckweed, who could guarantee that he would not establish a foundation in another few months?

What was more, Wang Xuan and the Mi Family were now close. If they did not build a good relationship with him now, when would they? Perhaps he was the benefactor the Mi Family had been searching for all along!

That was why Mi Zhu called him "Young Master Wang" with complete sincerity. Although he could not tell whether Wang Xuan was truly the son of an aristocratic family—his conduct certainly did not resemble it—his bearing as a man of