Han Yu's smile did not falter upon sensing the Eight Emotions Energy.
He calmly chewed his food, nodding along to Wu Shuan's tale. Yet inwardly, he sharpened his focus. Someone nearby was surprised by him, or perhaps by something related to him. And the direction… he could tell. It came from the southern side of the camp.
Where the unorthodox sects were camped.
Han Yu set down his bowl and forced a chuckle. "You two go ahead and keep talking. I'll be back in a bit. Too much soup. I need to relieve myself."
Neither Wu Shuan nor Fatty Kui paid it much mind, waving him off.
Han Yu rose and walked calmly toward the edge of the camp, following the path toward the outhouses near the southern edge of their camp. The night air was cool, and the faint glow of formation wards lit the treeline beyond.
And there, just as his senses had warned him, stood a lone figure.
