Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed, then softened as he gave a small approving nod.
Not bad. Twelve already…
The Lin family. Their main branch thrived in the frigid north, rubbing shoulders with the top clans of the kingdom.
Even with such intense competitions, they had been strong and audacious enough to even extend a branch family into Coldwind City, deep in the east, carving themselves a seat among the five great clans there.
That kind of ambition alone marked them as anything but weak.
Fang Yuan exhaled softly, his gaze distant. If I had not been born into this world, who knows what the Fang clan's fate might have been under such competition…
He could see them still, his rivals, like stones pressing in from all sides.
The Wu clan were never the type to be easily satisfied, he remembered them sinking their teeth into mines and minerals, scraping the bones of the earth for profit.
They gave him the most headache back then.
