By this point, the old man suddenly paused. His stern gaze fixed on Jiang Qiao. "Second Child, you can only assist Little Yue with this. You absolutely must not take matters into your own hands or act without permission."
Jiang Qiao's lips moved. He hesitated.
The old man said sharply, "If you have any doubts about this, you can still get your ass back to the Surface World now. That way, you won't drag everyone down with you later and make us all suffer. It would be bad enough if our Old Jiang Family got in trouble, but humanity in the Surface World can't afford to lose this survival battle. We absolutely can't lose because of your impulsive emotions."
"I'm warning you for the last time. I understand that you want to save Siqin. I, Little Yue, and even San Gou are all working toward that goal. But this matter could affect everything, so we need a careful plan. We have to treat every step with the utmost caution. We can't let our blood go to our heads and charge in recklessly, no matter the cost. I'm sure you've understood by now that passion and personal will alone can't solve the core problem."
Jiang Qiao lowered his head in shame.
For a moment, he really had been swept up in it. He'd wanted to go alone and confront the School Lang Department, regardless of whether he succeeded, so that his father, son, nephew, and the others wouldn't be dragged into it.
But the old man's cold shower had doused that impulse, and Jiang Qiao had come to his senses.
This was the Underground World. One thing could affect everything. He wanted to shoulder the burden alone, but could things really go the way he wanted?
Could he really keep his