Xu Yi sneered. "Don't worry. It won't be long before they come crawling out on their own. Why waste your energy worrying about it?"
Just after Shao Ting returned to Boyue Mansion, an attendant came to report that Xiong Chumo had requested an audience. Shao Ting's brows drew together. "He still has the nerve to show his face?"
"Palace Steward, please calm down. Please calm down."
A burly cultivator in black robes strode into the room. He had a round face wreathed in smiles. It was none other than Xiong Chumo.
Shao Ting waved the attendant away. "Old Bear, you're getting more and more unruly. Now you just barge in here without even asking?"
Xiong Chumo smiled apologetically. "I heard that Palace Steward was given a hard time by that murderous wretch. It's my fault, all my fault." As he spoke, he swept a hand through the air, and a Sumeru Ring appeared on the tea table beside him.
Shao Ting's eyes lit up. He pocketed it without a trace, and his expression softened considerably. "Old Bear, we've been brothers for years. Normally, if you asked me for help, I couldn't very well turn you down. But next time, could you get your information straight? That brat isn't some sinister villain. He's a complete thorn in everyone's side. I've never seen anyone so brazen—he dared to start a fight right in front of me. Just how arrogant can he get?"
Xiong Chumo said, "I didn't expect that either. I suppose he's not as cautious as he was when he slaughtered my two nephews and their descendants. Now that he's climbed to a high position, his value has shot up, and Palace Steward suffered the insult because of me. It's my fault."
As it turned out, Xiong Chumo was the clan