With his supplies secured, Han Yu left the market.
He did not seek out the hunters, nor did he leave word for them. This town was not a place where he should build ties. He was using a false name, a false background, and a carefully crafted mask of identity. Making emotional or social connections under such circumstances was foolish.
He turned his attention back to his true purpose.
The mission.
The Fatui Clan.
Riverglade Town.
He left Frost Plume Town without looking back and moved in the direction the hunters had described. The distance was said to be a full day's travel for normal people, but Han Yu did not bother with roads when small hills and forests stood in his way. He simply rose into the air, flew over uneven terrain, and descended only when he needed to reorient himself.
In less than six hours, the town came into view.
From above, it truly looked like it had been named by a poet.
