While Fa Zheng was making his raid on Shouchun, Chen Xi had already begun the pacification efforts for the Families of Mount Tai in Qing and Xu. Of course, with those steadfast clans in Xuzhou who had gone too far to turn back, Chen Xi could only feign ignorance for the time being.
"Clan Head," Chen Shang, having rested for a day, appeared before Chen Xi with the standard decorum expected of a Clan Elder, not colored by any other emotions.
"Please, have a seat, Uncle," Chen Xi gestured to the chair opposite him. He instructed Chen Yun to serve the tea and snacks. After that, Chen Yun, holding the tea tray, slowly withdrew, leaving only Chen Shang and Chen Xi.
"Zichuan..." Chen Shang seemed at a loss for words as he watched Chen Xi lift his teacup and heaved a long sigh.
