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"Father, this is our chance," Gu Zhun began, unable to contain the eagerness in his voice. "Yan Jin\'s return could be the key to elevating us. We can\'t let this opportunity slip away."

Gu Sha nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed, Yan Jin\'s presence is a valuable piece of information. But we must be cautious in how we use it. We need to milk its value by sharing it strategically with influential parties in Pine City."

Gu Zhun\'s eyes narrowed with determination. "I don\'t want to remain ordinary, Father. I want to stand out, to be recognized like Yan Jin. I\'m tired of being in the shadows. This is my chance to step into the light."

Gu Sha raised an eyebrow, noting the intensity in his son\'s voice. "Greed and jealousy can be powerful motivators, but they can also lead to ruin if not controlled. We must play this smart."

"Yan Jin has become someone significant," Gu Zhun continued, his voice tinged with envy. "Seeing him tonight, so confident and powerful, made me realize how much I want that for myself. We\'ve lived in the shadows for too long, Father. I want to be someone who commands respect and fear."

Gu Sha\'s gaze hardened. "Patience, Zhun. We will use this information to our advantage, but recklessness will only lead to our downfall. We must carefully select who to share this with. The City Lord is a good start—his desire for control makes him a useful ally."

Gu Zhun\'s fists clenched, his mind swirling with visions of power and prestige. "And what about Purple Spear Meng? His influence could provide the leverage we need."

"Yes," Gu Sha agreed, his tone measured. "Meng is unpredictable, but that can work in our favor. By aligning with multiple powerful figures, we increase our chances of success. We\'ll approach them as loyal citizens concerned for Pine City\'s stability, positioning ourselves as indispensable allies."

"But what if they find out we\'re playing them all?" Gu Zhun asked, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice. "We\'ll tread carefully," Gu Sha reassured him. "Each piece of information we reveal will be calculated to benefit us the most. We won\'t lay all our cards on the table at once. By spreading the information selectively, we can milk its value and ensure we remain in control."

Gu Zhun\'s expression softened slightly, his father\'s words soothing his restless ambition. "I understand, Father. We\'ll proceed with caution, but we must seize this opportunity. I won\'t settle for a life of mediocrity."

Gu Sha placed a hand on his son\'s shoulder, his grip firm. "Remember, Zhun, power is a game of strategy. We will rise, but we must do so methodically. Yan Jin\'s return is the perfect storm, and we will navigate it wisely."

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The rest of the week, Yan Jin\'s mansion was inundated with gifts and banquet invitations. His remarkable performance at the recent banquet had become the talk of Pine City, spreading like wildfire through the streets and high society circles. Lavish flower arrangements, intricately wrapped parcels, and ornate scrolls adorned with gilded invitations piled up at the entrance of his residence.

The scent of exotic blooms mingled with the rich aroma of rare teas and spices, creating an intoxicating mix that filled the air.

Lan Zhan found himself overwhelmed and constantly busy, his normally serene demeanor slightly frayed around the edges. He moved with a hurried grace, meticulously receiving guests and sorting through the endless stream of gifts. The soft rustle of silk and the clinking of porcelain echoed through the halls as he navigated through the bustling activity.

His fingers brushed over delicate fabrics and cool porcelain, while his ears caught snippets of whispered admiration and thinly veiled envy from the visitors.

Meanwhile, the Yan Clan was engulfed in turmoil. Rumors and gossip spread like a dark cloud over their reputation, and they scrambled to quell the whispers that threatened their stability. The air in the Yan estate was thick with tension and the bitter scent of ink from hastily written directives.

Patriarch Yan and his advisors convened behind closed doors, their voices low but urgent as they devised strategies to stabilize their businesses and control the narrative. Yan Xin and Yan Li, both nursing bruised egos and simmering resentment, were tasked with damage control, their usual arrogance now shadowed by anxiety.

As for Yan Jin, the center of all this attention, he spent his days in a deep, restorative sleep. His body, worn from the previous events, demanded rest and recuperation. He lay on his bed, surrounded by the softest silks and the faint scent of medicinal herbs that clung to his skin. Each breath was a reminder of his recent battles, a mix of exhaustion and a burgeoning sense of purpose.

His dreams were a tumultuous blend of past traumas and future possibilities, as he floated between the realms of consciousness and oblivion.

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Wei Xi approached Yan Jin\'s mansion with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He carried a carefully wrapped gift, a rare blood tool made from Sphinx eyes that could translate texts to audio—a gift he hoped would impress Yan Jin. As he neared the ornate gates, he was surprised to see Meng Xiao already there, holding a beautifully wrapped box that exuded the scent of jasmine and sandalwood.

"Wei Xi," Meng Xiao greeted with a nod, her eyes sharp and inquisitive. "Here to see our enigmatic friend as well?"

Wei Xi forced a smile, feeling a bit awkward. "Indeed. It seems we both had the same idea."

Lan Zhan appeared at the door, his calm presence a soothing balm amidst the tension Wei Xi felt. "Please, come in," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Young Master Yan Jin will be pleased to see you both."

They stepped inside, the grandeur of the mansion striking them anew. The air was cool, infused with the faint fragrance of rare herbs and fresh flowers. Soft light filtered through the latticed windows, casting intricate patterns on the polished floors. As they walked, Wei Xi and Meng Xiao exchanged glances, their mutual nervousness palpable.

Lan Zhan led them to a spacious sitting room, tastefully decorated with artifacts and scrolls that spoke of Yan Jin\'s refined taste and mysterious past. He gestured for them to sit, then excused himself to fetch Yan Jin.

Wei Xi and Meng Xiao placed their gifts on a low table. Wei Xi\'s, the blood tool made from Sphinx eyes, gleamed with a faint, otherworldly light. Meng Xiao\'s intricately carved box of rare teas seemed to fill the room with a calming aroma.

"Your gift is quite thoughtful," Wei Xi remarked, nodding toward Meng Xiao\'s offering, trying to break the ice.

She smiled, though there was a nervous edge to it. "I am trying to make amends, I have had some less than good encounters in the past"

The door slid open quietly, and Yan Jin entered, looking somewhat pale but composed. "Young master Wei, Miss Meng," he greeted, his voice carrying a blend of warmth and strength. "I am honored by your visit."

Wei Xi stood, bowing respectfully. "We were honored by your presence at the banquet. Your performance was nothing short of extraordinary."

Meng Xiao stepped forward, her demeanor respectful but with a hint of nervousness. "Indeed, you have shown us that there is much we do not yet understand. We bring these humble gifts as tokens of our admiration."

Yan Jin smiled, a faint curve of his lips that hinted at both gratitude and an inner resolve. "You are too kind. Please, sit."

As they settled into their seats, Lan Zhan returned with a tray of fragrant tea, pouring it with practiced elegance. Wei Xi watched Yan Jin closely, noting how his calm demeanor seemed to put Meng Xiao at ease. The initial tension in the room began to dissipate.

"What you have brought is remarkable," Yan Jin said, his fingers gently tracing the outline of Wei Xi\'s gift. "A blood tool made from Sphinx eyes, capable of translating texts to audio. My father said you seemed like an erudite and these should be of help."

"Sphinxes are rare and elusive, inhabiting ancient ruins and remote, sacred places where the veil between worlds is thin. They are guardians of forgotten knowledge and ancient magic, often posing riddles to those who seek their wisdom. The few who have encountered a Sphinx speak of their profound intelligence and the sense of awe they inspire.

The eyes of a Sphinx, when used in crafting blood tools, are highly sought after for their mystical properties. These tools can translate texts to audio, reveal hidden messages, or even project visions. The process of creating such a tool is intricate and requires a deep understanding of both magic and alchemy, making these items incredibly rare and valuable." Yan Jin said.

Wei Xi felt a wave of relief wash over him. Meng Xiao leaned forward slightly. "And these teas are from my family\'s private collection. I hope they bring you some comfort and relaxation."

Yan Jin\'s smile widened. "Your thoughtfulness is deeply appreciated. Please, let\'s share this tea and enjoy each other\'s company."

As they sipped the fragrant tea, the conversation flowed more easily. Wei Xi and Meng Xiao found themselves relaxing, their initial nervousness giving way to genuine warmth and camaraderie. They spoke of various matters, the topics ranging from the recent events in Pine City to their personal experiences and aspirations.

Yan Jin\'s friendliness and genuine interest in their lives made them feel at ease, fostering a sense of budding friendship.