But Han Yu was not looking only for strength.
He was looking for cracks.
Weaknesses.
Opportunities.
He turned to leave the estate and walked a few more streets.
At a medicinal herb shop he overheard a group of men complaining.
"My cousin works for Birch Leaf. He says their profits have doubled this year."
"Of course. They are practically robbing people."
"I heard Young Master Ye has been buying more women again."
"Disgusting. That brat is going to meet his end someday."
"If only someone strong enough appeared to teach him."
Han Yu filed those complaints away.
He lingered near a tavern next, pretending to drink watered wine.
Inside, a group of hunters were speaking loudly.
"Huamu Ye nearly died last week."
"What happened."
"Some outsider cursed at him. Called him a useless mushroom. He charged at the man, but the outsider pushed him into a fruit stall. He cried for Elder Bai like a child."
"But Elder Bai showed up, right?"
