Han Yu, who had seen the entire incident, leaned back and chuckled quietly. "At least he is finally gaining some recognition. Good for him."
Yet even as warmth filled him at his friend's growing reputation, Han Yu suddenly felt something shift in the atmosphere. It was subtle, like a thin thread being plucked from afar. His heart gave a faint tremor, and instinctively, his eyes swept across the camp.
There were hundreds of people moving about, laughter and chatter mixing with the clang of tools. Nothing looked out of place. But Han Yu knew better than to dismiss his instincts. A faint wisp of energy brushed against him, one that only he could sense.
It was the unique ripple of Eight Emotions energy, tinged with a shade of grey surprise. Someone was watching him.
