A farce? More like a walking windfall

"Mm!"

Xiao Yi Xian blinked and agreed, looking perfectly sweet and obedient.

"Come on, let's have dinner together tonight." Chu Zhou led Xiao Yi Xian toward the guest rooms.

What Chu Zhou didn't know was that while he and Xiao Yi Xian were enjoying a pleasant dinner together, Mo Yuan had already arrived at the Mittel Merchant Guild with his men.

"Young master, that man was wearing an alchemist's robes. He might be a guest of the Mittel Auction House. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to charge straight in and cause trouble for him?" one of his lackeys asked hesitantly.

"So what if he's an alchemist? So what if he's a guest of the Mittel Merchant Guild?" Jealousy and resentment flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes as he said coldly, "At his age, he can't be ranked that high. Second rank at most. Would the Mo Clan be afraid of him?"

"The Mittel Family may be powerful, but Salt City is Mo Clan territory. Even a dragon would have to coil up and behave here."

"My grandfather is an outer sect steward of the Misty Cloud Sect!"

With that, Mo Yuan prepared to lead his men into the Mittel Merchant Guild and demand that they hand the man over.

As long as the man apologized and offered up the scorpion snake flower with both hands, he could let him off.

But just then, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly rang out beside him. "Mo Yuan, what are you doing here with all these men?"

Mo Yuan stiffened and turned toward the voice, forcing a smile. "Uncle Mo Xuan, someone looked down on me and our Mo Clan. I'm going to teach him a lesson."

"Someone in Salt City would actually go out of their way to provoke our Mo Clan?" Mo