Han Yu was guided to a side room and asked to wait.
A servant quickly brought warm tea and placed it on a small table before him.
Han Yu sat down, his posture straight, his eyes calm but sharp. He did not touch the tea at first, instead letting his senses spread quietly through the building.
The clan felt… weak.
Not empty, but tired. There were cultivators here, but most of them were only at the Qi Refining realm. He sensed one stronger presence deeper inside, unstable and faint, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.
He already knew who that must be.
After only a minute, the door opened again.
A man in his thirties entered. He was well dressed, wearing proper clan robes with a thick outer coat lined with fur. He walked with confidence, but his eyes carried a hint of worry.
He bowed politely. "Honored guest, I am Fatui Zhushen, third son of the Clan Patriarch."
Han Yu looked at him and spoke clearly. "Ju Fan, Disciple of the Great Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect."
