The steward of the Grand Emporium of Rarities escorted Lu Changsheng all the way to the Xiao Clan residence. With a brief introduction at the gate, he was able to lead Lu Changsheng inside without any delay. Clearly, the steward was no ordinary servant.

As they walked in, the steward lowered his voice and offered a quick reminder to Lu Changsheng. "Honored guest, when you speak with the patriarch, please do not act rashly. I'm sure this can be discussed diplomatically."

The steward did not know whether Lu Changsheng feared the Xiao Clan or not, but he himself certainly did. If the two sides came to blows, the blame would undoubtedly fall on him, no matter the victor.

Lu Changsheng made no response. To him, there were only two possible outcomes. If the Xiao Clan was willing to return the Hundred-Year Thunder Fruit, then there would be room for calm discussion. If they refused, then his saber would taste blood again today.

The steward led Lu Changsheng into the main hall. Before long, the patriarch of the Xiao Clan entered, his face lit by a broad and welcoming...