Fang Chen's fists clenched at his sides as he continued. "In your absence, the Wu Clan didn't hesitate one bit and began to struck hard and fast, choosing markets and industries that weakened us the most.
At one point, they nearly overtook the entire entertainment sector within the city. Had they succeeded, we would have lost one of our most lucrative revenue streams."
His voice grew louder, tinged with relief and pride.
"But they failed, because Matriarch Fang personally intervened. They must not have expected her cultivation to be at the Nascent Soul Realm. Her appearance crushed their scheme, forcing them to retreat."
Lin Zhaoyue, seated beside Fang Yuan, lowered her lashes and allowed herself the faintest of smiles.
Fang Chen swallowed and finished, his tone sobering again.
