A few days passed in near silence as Han Yu continued his journey toward Harrow Edge Town, putting deliberate distance between himself and everything that had happened within the depths of the Harrow Mountains.
He forced his mind into a disciplined stillness, suppressing stray thoughts the same way he suppressed wandering Qi during cultivation.
In a place like this, even a moment of distraction could become a fatal weakness. The mountains were not merely hostile. They were indifferent. They did not care whether one was cautious or arrogant, only whether one made a mistake.
Each day followed a strict routine.
Han Yu traveled during the brightest hours, keeping to routes where visibility was highest and retreat paths were always available. When the light began to fade, he sought shelter immediately, never allowing himself to be caught traveling during dusk or night unless absolutely necessary.
