"Young Master, just as you predicted, the various noble clans have begun to make their move," Broken Blade announced.
Seated comfortably inside his office, Mo Jian calmly lifted a porcelain cup and took a slow sip of spirit tea.
The fragrant steam curled gently in the air, yet his expression did not change in the slightest.
He had expected this outcome long ago.
The noble clans of every city had always operated in the same predictable manner.
Whenever something new appeared, they would first observe from a distance.
On the surface, they would pretend to ignore the rising trend, dismissing it as something trivial or insignificant.
However, behind the scenes, they would secretly begin their investigations.
They would carefully weigh every possible advantage and disadvantage. Once they determined that the opportunity was profitable, they would not hesitate to act.
