"I will not mention anything about what happened here," Han Yu continued. "Not the Evil Mountain Spirit, not Danqing Xun, and certainly not you."
He met her gaze directly.
"This place has nothing to do with me anymore."
For a brief moment, the two simply looked at one another, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire.
Then Madam Cold Fang spoke, her tone carrying a faint hint of amusement.
"And you will not claim the reward of reporting my existence to your sect?"
Han Yu could not help himself. He let out a short chuckle, shaking his head.
"Even if I did," he replied, "the first thing the sect would do is imprison me for conspiring with an enemy to kill a High Elder."
He glanced back toward the mountains.
"They would not care that he had turned into a Wraith. They would only care that I was involved."
Madam Cold Fang's eyes glimmered faintly behind her veil.
"So you understand," she said.
Han Yu nodded.
