Fatty Kui, who had been quietly munching on a recovery pill despite his pale face, suddenly piped up, "Of course Brother Han is amazing! You seniors didn't see it, but the way he cut through those illusions was like a tiger tearing through paper. I was almost about to cry when I saw him step through the mist to save me!"
His exaggerated praise earned a round of chuckles, easing the tension in the group. Even Xuan Qing's lips quirked faintly, though she quickly masked it with her usual stern demeanor.
Han Yu shook his head, pretending to look embarrassed, though in truth, he didn't mind letting Fatty Kui boast on his behalf. The more others believed in his strength and composure, the easier it would be to maneuver them later when it came to choices about which paths to take.
For now, though, the group rested in silence as their wounds knitted. The faint glow of pills working through their systems filled the chamber, mingling with the rich scent of medicine.
