Xiao Yan did not pursue the fleeing black mist. Instead, he stored the three black-robed men lying on the ground in his space.
With the crisis over, everyone in the Xiao Household let out a soft sigh of relief.
Yet the sight of the devastated rooms left them heartsick once more.
"Everyone, clear out a few rooms. We'll squeeze in together tonight and deal with everything else after dawn."
"The clan's physicians are to treat the injured. Use the best medicine..."
As clan leader, Xiao Zhan had to step forward and make orderly arrangements.
In the council hall, Xiao Zhan sat at the head, with Xiao Yan on his left and the three elders on his right. The other senior members of the Xiao Household sat farther down.
Servants brought hot tea. After taking a sip, everyone felt their tense nerves ease considerably.
"Clan Leader, the Misty Cloud Sect has bullied our Xiao Household like this. Shouldn't we strike back?"
The second elder, who had the fiercest temper, spoke first. He clenched his fist and slammed it onto the table beside him, making his teacup jump and spilling tea.
"Even the Imperial Family is deeply wary of the Misty Cloud Sect's might. What could we possibly use to strike back?"
The third elder spoke with a bitter smile.
"Fortunately, we only suffered some financial losses. A few clan members were injured, but no one died. That's a blessing amid misfortune."
Xiao Zhan spoke in a grave voice.
"Let's hear Xiao Yan's advice. He's our most accomplished young clansman now. Whether the Xiao Household can rise in the future depends on him."
The first elder spoke with a smile.
Everyone turned toward Xiao Yan, still shaken by what they had seen.
The useless boy whom the clan had once mocked had