Inside the main pavilion of the Cao Clan, the atmosphere was thick with the same suffocating panic that had gripped the Union.
Ledger scrolls were scattered across the floor, and elders were pacing frantically, their faces pale with anxiety.
"The Fan Clan's new pill is a disaster for us!" Patriarch Cao roared, throwing a tactical market report onto the table.
"Nearly forty percent of our mid-tier customer base abandoned our storefronts in a single afternoon! The pills we imported from the Tang Clan are sitting in our warehouses, eating up our capital! If this continues, the Fan Clan will choke us out of the city entirely!"
Sitting calmly in the corner of the room, draped in an elegant black robe that made him look like a shadow detached from the chaos, Shen Yu casually swirled a cup of spiritual tea.
He didn't look bothered in the slightest.
To his side, Cao Yan stood like a loyal shadow, her eyes fixed entirely on him, completely ignoring her father's frantic pacing.
