Having handed the mission to Chitterfang, Han Yu watched as the small rat scampered down into the network of tunnels deep beneath the courtyard floor. The little creature's tiny paws disappeared beneath the wooden boards with barely a sound, and Han Yu allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction.
Then, with a practiced motion, Han Yu pulled the talisman Meng Jueyan had given him from his inner pocket. It was a delicate, yellow paper slip inscribed with intricate runes glowing faintly in the soft light of the afternoon.
His fingers brushed over the talisman, activating the hidden formation within it. A pale, ethereal glow emanated from the jade slip as it hummed softly, the runes flickering like distant stars in a night sky.
Han Yu felt the familiar pulse of energy—the signal being sent instantly, traveling vast distances to reach Meng Jueyan, wherever she might be at that very moment.
