Han Yu's eyes sharpened as he poured a thread of spirit Qi into the slip.
Her voice emerged in his mind, calm but carrying a trace of restrained satisfaction.
"Senior the matters at White Cloud City are settled."
Han Yu leaned back slightly, one hand resting against the cool stone wall.
Qing Luan continued.
"The negotiations were… troublesome. Several factions attempted to interfere once they realized we were setting up a permanent branch. But nothing we couldn't handle. The Fen Clan now has a fully established trade branch in White Cloud City."
Han Yu exhaled slowly, a subtle tension easing from his shoulders.
White Cloud City.
That name alone carried weight. It was one of the largest trade hubs anywhere near the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect. Establishing a branch there was not just profitable, it was strategic.
Qing Luan's voice resumed, steady and precise.
