Han Yu stepped towards the fallen disciple.
The man begged, eyes overflowing with terror.
"Wait... wait... please wait..."
Han Yu brought his foot down again.
KACHA
Bones crunched under the force of the stomp. The leg twisted unnaturally, mangled beyond recognition. Blood flowed freely.
The path fell silent except for the two screams echoing through the corridor.
Several disciples who had been watching flinched and stepped back. A few who had laughed earlier felt their stomachs churn.
One whispered shakily, "Ju Fan is insane. Completely insane. He doesn't even care for the guards."
Another corrected him, voice trembling, "No. He is terrifyingly calm. That is worse."
Meng Jueyan swallowed hard. She looked at Han Yu's back and realized something very important.
The man she had been assisting peacefully for two days was not gentle.
He was not kind.
He was simply patient.
Provoking him was nothing less than inviting death.
