As he sensed the atmosphere growing increasingly heavy and the killing intent in the air, Xu Siwei instantly broke out in a cold sweat. Mo Lin had seemed rather refined and easygoing just now, so he had spoken in an official tone, nearly forgetting that the man before him possessed unfathomable strength—and that several Title Douluo nearby were eyeing him like tigers. The strong had their own pride. He, Xu Siwei, had to watch his words.
"D-Don't get worked up, sir! Of course I believe in your strength! It's just that His Majesty the Emperor required me to say these things. You know that a subject cannot defy an imperial command. But rest assured, what I said just now was merely procedure. I don't think everyone needs to go to Star Luo City. You only need to bring a few representatives to stay there for a few days, and then you can immediately assume your post in Gengxin City. Everyone else can head straight for Gengxin City. Nothing will go wrong!"
"With Lord Xu's assurance, I can rest easy," Mo Lin said, withdrawing his killing intent as the atmosphere returned to how it had been at the start.
It was not that Mo Lin had a habit of intimidating people. If an ordinary representative had come and spoken in an official manner, he would not have cared. But Xu Siwei was no ordinary representative. The Star Crown Clan would certainly cause trouble in the future, and Xu Siwei was one of them. Judging by his strength, his status within the Star Crown Clan was likely not low.
To reduce future trouble for the newly established Grace Hall, he had to make Xu Siwei remember: "You can't afford to provoke me, Mo Lin. Your Star Crown Clan can't afford to provoke