Han Yu did not have to wait long after sending the message through the jade slip.
Barely a few minutes had passed when he sensed something unusual in the sky.
At first it was only a faint disturbance in the spiritual energy above the Fifth Rib Peak. But within seconds the disturbance intensified, turning into a rushing torrent of Qi that parted the clouds like a blade slicing through silk.
Han Yu stepped out of his cave and looked up.
A bright blue streak tore across the sky.
It was not subtle.
The streak glowed with a cold brilliance, leaving behind a faint trail of frost-laced energy that slowly dissipated into the wind. Even from this distance, the chill within that aura was unmistakable.
Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.
"He came personally…" he muttered.
And he was not the only one who noticed.
