The driver slowly lifted a shaking finger toward the row of buildings in front of them.
"Honored Disciple… Young Miss… the clan… the Fen clan… it is gone."
Han Yu leaned forward slightly and followed the direction of his finger.
Where a clan courtyard should have been, he saw a long stretch of new buildings. Shops with bright signs, a small medicinal store, a tailor shop, a pottery merchant, and even a small wine tavern. People were entering and exiting freely, laughing, shouting, bargaining.
There was no gate.No clan emblem.No courtyard.No walls.No presence of a family estate.
Not even rubble.
Just a completely rebuilt commercial street.
'So the clan is gone… and not recently,' Han Yu thought.
Qing Luan stared blankly before whispering with a trembling voice, "Where… where is the courtyard? The gate should be right there. Mother told me it was large enough to house three generations…"
