Qian Zhongxuan
Qian Zhuang did not know who had drawn the array, but he knew he was finished.
He had lost so many men, wasted so much time, spent so many pills and spiritual weapons, yet had not taken back even a single Spirit Mine.
The family would not give him another chance.
The next day, Qian Zhuang was informed that the family had stripped him of command, but still allowed him to remain here at the Spirit Mine and render meritorious service to atone for his crimes.
That evening, a Qian Family cultivator with deep nasolabial folds arrived at the Qian Family camp. When he saw Qian Zhuang, he gave a cold snort.
"Unable to accomplish anything, yet more than capable of ruining everything!"
Qian Zhuang bowed in salute, burying his head very low, not daring to refute a single word.
The newcomer was a Qian Family elder, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Qian Zhongxuan.
He could also be considered the greatest backer of Qian Zhuang's branch.
"Originally, I was unwilling to come, but you handled matters incompetently and have achieved not the slightest merit after so long. I had no choice but to come and clean up the mess. Otherwise, our branch will become a laughingstock, unable to lift our heads within the clan."
Qian Zhongxuan spoke coldly.
Qian Zhuang's face filled with even greater shame. "Elder, it is not that I handled matters incompetently, it is truly that those..."
Qian Zhongxuan cut him off. "Do not make excuses! These excuses are useless before the family head and the other elders. They will not listen to what you say. They will only look at what you do, and what results you produce!"
Qian Zhuang lowered his head. "Yes."
Seeing that Qian Zhuang's attitude was sincere, and that there were