Ice Sculpture Royal Capital.
"Clan Leader, you summoned me?" Mifang staggered into the study, reeking of alcohol.
"Look at yourself!" Clan Leader Jingxiang had come all the way from the territory to the capital, mercilessly rebuking, "Mifang, this is not how you should be. It was just a single defeat, and yet you drown yourself in alcohol every day, utterly disheartened!"
"Yes, your position has been stripped."
"But that was your own doing, not mine. According to family rules, that's how it is."
"Your performance in the duel with Long Fu was utterly disappointing!"
Mifang remained silent, a gloomy expression on his face.
His defeat to Long Fu almost sent him from heaven to hell.
The authority he had earned from handling the mount magic potion business was taken away by the various factions of the Jingxiang family, who had been waiting for an opportunity.
Mifang not only lost the rights he had gained by breaking the ceiling but also his basic standing within the family.
