Han Yu focused again.
The first move mattered.
If he wanted Qing Luan to grow fully reliant on him and nurture her hatred in the right direction, he needed to clear away the threats around her. The biggest immediate danger was not the Qing clan nor the Lushan clan.
It was the debt.
A debt that ensured the Fen clan remnants remained on their knees.
"Tell me," Han Yu said at last. "How much do you owe in debt."
Fen Dugong lowered his head.
"We… owe twenty thousand high grade spirit stones. That was remnant of the original amount when the clan fell apart. I assumed that with the sale of the estate it would be cleared. But…"
The old man hesitated, his wrinkled hands tightening around his cane.
"But some of our clan's people betrayed us. They pocketed the money from the sale and placed the debt in my name before running away."
Qing Luan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"They… did that to you? Their own elder?"
Fen Dugong let out a weak laugh.
