Han Yu sat silently beneath the swaying branches, his eyes half-closed but his spiritual sense fully alert.
From a distance, the raging battle still echoed like thunderclaps across the darkened valley. Explosions of sword light lit up the horizon in intermittent flashes. The distant clash of Skills and techniques between Sword Peak Head Jian Wuhen and the blood-robed invaders still stirred the hearts of disciples—but Han Yu's gaze wasn't out there anymore.
It was here. In the camp. Among them.
He had seen the sliver of red Eight emotions energy earlier, just one thread of wrath slipping out from the veil of false calm. That was all the proof he needed. Someone among them was no disciple of the Twin Leaf Peak Sect.
And now, with his senses sharpened and his awareness honed to a razor's edge, Han Yu began watching with new eyes.
