Han Yu sent a thin thread of his spirit sense into the jade slip. The moment he did, he felt a connection form, like entering a vast, unseen network. Lines of energy pulsed faintly within his perception, each line representing a connection to another individual jade slip.
There were far more than he expected... over a hundred entries appeared within his mind, each labeled with names, designations, and ranks. Many were marked as "Outer Court," some as "Inner Court," and a few even bore the title of "Elder."
Han Yu's heart skipped a beat when he saw the last one.
"Xiu Hong," he whispered.
The same name as the one who had signed Ju Fan's mission scroll.
He quickly withdrew his spirit sense. His forehead was damp with sweat.
To attempt communication with any of them would be courting death. He could only wait and be prepared if they contacted him instead. That was likely to happen soon, given the ongoing mission.
