Han Yu slowly rolled the scroll back up after reading the last line, his fingers lingering for a moment on the old, worn edges of the parchment. His expression remained calm, but inside his mind, thoughts were already colliding.
He lifted his eyes to look at the Patriarch.
"So," Han Yu said slowly, "you were not waiting blindly. You already found a path."
The Patriarch nodded. "I would not dare to invite a disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect without preparation. That would be courting death. Everything you see here is the result of decades of searching."
Han Yu leaned slightly forward. "Then tell me. If you already have the method and the materials, why do you need my sect's help? Your clan is not ignorant of alchemy."
At those words, the Patriarch let out a long, tired sigh. It was not just the sigh of an old man, but of someone who had been carrying pressure for far too long.
