"You have to do something, Patriarch!"
"This can't go on,"
A week later, the effects of Gu Fan's little scheme crashed down upon the Poison valley Town.
The Gu Clan's primary poison refinement labs and alchemy halls were running dry because the local merchants had mysteriously sold off their entire stock of herbs and toxic beast cores to an anonymous buyer.
This left the clan shops entirely empty and forcing the leadership to frantically bleed their emergency treasury dry just to purchase basic operational supplies at hideously high market prices.
Inside the grand Audience Hall, the atmosphere was tense as Patriarch Gu Yangtian sat on his throne with a deeply stressed expression while dozens of angry clan elders shouted and complained about the catastrophic lack of resources.
