The Jade Slip had not activated again since the teleportation.
Though Han Yu doubted Meng Jueyan could contact him here, and even if she did, he might not be able to respond.
The Qi around him was warped, turbulent, and filled with some faint spiritual static that interfered with the communication jade slip's resonance.
Night approached again, though it was difficult to tell where the north was.
The light dimmed to a sickly green as mist thickened between the trees. Han Yu decided to rest at the base of one of the larger trunks. He cleared away the moss and checked the roots before sitting down.
From within his robes, a faint movement startled him. Something small and warm wriggled against his chest, followed by a sharp squeak.
Han Yu blinked, then sighed in relief. "Chitterfang…"
