"Elder, that was the full story. I hope you can forgive Wantong for his mistake. I was somewhat negligent in handling the matter," Qian Wantong said respectfully as he stood before Qian Ying.
After settling matters with Ouyang Nan, he came to where Qian Ying was resting and explained everything in detail, earnestly admitting his mistake.
There was no helping it. Elder Qian Ying was the pillar of the Qian Family, and he was an extremely prideful man. As the Qian Family's Third Steward, regardless of whether his professional capabilities were adequate, Qian Wantong had to understand social conventions and clearly recognize the temperament of his family's pillar.
Only then could he serve as Third Steward in such a powerful Martial Artist aristocratic family. With merely Houtian Layer Ten strength, he absolutely could not have attained the position of steward otherwise.
As Qian Ying listened to Qian Wantong's account, his expression darkened somewhat. He had not expected one of his family disciples to forcefully step forward and snatch something. What they had tried to take did not really matter; the most important thing was that not only had they failed to get it, they had even been taught a lesson. This was fucking humiliating.
And this Third Steward before him had also forced himself forward, only to nearly get dealt with as well. The Qian Family's face had been pressed to the ground and thoroughly rubbed in the dirt!
Yet there was nothing much to say about this matter. After all, the fault lay with their side, so resolving it as soon as possible was what should be done.
Qian Ying finally said, "That youngster you mentioned, Li Mo—was he really stronger than you?"
Qian Wantong had not known Chen Mo was called Li Mo earlier. Only after settling matters