Sitting up in his chair, Mu Fan lifted his hand and sent out his Spiritual Qi to have it enter his uncle.
The metal properties of his Qi then jolted Mu Sun awake. He slowly tried to get up, but Mu Fan coldly said, “Stay kneeled.”
Mu Sun reluctantly agreed and got on his knees in front of his nephew.
“Where’s my father?” Mu Fan asked coldly.
“He’s fine, he’s in the Clan Dungeon.”
“Someone go and release my father.”
One of the elders nearby got up himself and left to carry out his Young Master’s order. He had a skip in his step and was even whistling a delightful tune as he went.
It was obvious he was glad this situation was solved. He and the others who had been opposed to Mu Sun becoming the Clan Head had faced constant harassment from all sides these past few days.
After that, Mu Fan asked, “What happened when I wasn’t here, tell me the full story.”