This time the image was strange.
It showed water, dark seas and hundreds of ships sailing the oceans.
"The Silent Tide Clan."
Han Yu blinked.
"They sound mysterious."
"They are."
Madam Cold Fang nodded.
"They controlled waterways."
"Smugglers."
"Spies."
"Messengers."
"The Blood Sect never fully eliminated them because they needed them."
Her eyes narrowed.
"But the clan never forgot."
Han Yu immediately became interested.
A hidden information network?
That sounded terrifying.
"Their specialty?"
"Sea routes."
"Hidden passages."
"Poisons."
"Information."
Han Yu almost wanted to clap.
These were exactly the people he needed.
Then Madam Cold Fang paused.
"There are also clans that do not even know their own history."
Han Yu looked over.
"Their elders remember."
"The younger generations do not."
"They believe they are loyal."
"But secretly their leaders preserve old grudges."
Han Yu slowly exhaled.
The Blood Continent was far deeper than he thought.
