Han Yu did not speak for several breaths.
He turned away from the entrance, walked to the table, and placed the mission scroll down. For a long moment, he simply stared at the wax seal.
The sect never gave missions quietly. Every assignment carried purpose. Every purpose carried danger.
He inhaled slowly and exhaled, letting Ju Fan's coldness sink back into place.
He would have to leave the sect.He would have to leave the two women here.He would have to face whatever traps Zhao Liumen had prepared.
And above all, he would have to return alive.
He had no choice.
His companions were still somewhere in this horrific sect.
He could not die until he found them. He could not die until he saved them. He could not die until he escaped and returned to the Great Continent to warn everyone of the threat lurking in this sealed land.
He straightened.
His eyes narrowed with determination.
"Tomorrow," he murmured, "I leave for the Harrow Mountains."
