By the end of the week, the town had settled.
The chaos was painted over by the smooth veneer of daily life. To the commoners, it appeared as nothing more than another story of a local clan's downfall due to offending a blood sect disciple. A tale repeated too often across the Blood Moon Continent to shock many for long.
They believed Ju Fan had taken the clan's wealth and left. Why would they suspect anything more?
Merchants whispered that they had merely seized opportunity in the aftermath. Clans claimed they had moved quickly to stabilize the town for the safety of its people and economy. None knew that every ledger and deed now passed through Qing Luan's hands.
And none knew that Han Yu had placed his fingers around the arteries of White Peacock Town's economy.
In the privacy of the estate's newly cleaned study, Han Yu counted his gains.
Wealth. Influence. New footholds in the region.
