The morning mist clung to the Twin Leaf Peak Sect like an old quilt that refused to be shaken off. Down below, the trio of Han Yu, Wu Shuan, and Fatty Kui made their way along the winding trail that curved away from the sect grounds and into the thickening wilderness.
Fatty Kui had, somehow, managed to strap an entire basket of snacks to his back. It swayed ominously with every step, occasionally rattling like it was possessed by a restless pickle jar spirit.
"So…" Han Yu finally broke the silence as a bird chirped somewhere in the trees. "What do you two know about the Mist Eye Sect? I don't know much aside from the fact that they're in the Ending Spine Mountains and kind of shady."
Wu Shuan, walking at the front with a steady pace, glanced over his shoulder.
"They're unorthodox," he said simply.
"Unorthodox?" Han Yu tilted his head. "As in… villainous? Evil? Cannibalistic?"
