The Fatui Clan was small. Far smaller than expected for a clan with a Nascent Soul patriarch.
Around two hundred members. No particular field of excellence. Ordinary cultivation heritage. Their Blood Moon Continent reputation was considered lower-mid tier.
Han Yu's brows knitted.
'A Nascent Soul patriarch, yet a clan only two hundred in number?' That was incredibly odd to him.
Nascent Soul experts could build sects with tens of thousands of followers, even on the Great Continent. Here, this clan seemed barely held together.
Something did not match.
He kept reading.
The booklet made excuses: traditions, long-standing isolation, low birth rates. But none of the explanations felt convincing. Han Yu had spent enough time in the Blood Moon Continent to know which clans hid their true power behind false appearances. This clan did not seem like one of them.
He flipped another page.
