Many fights had begun over far less in the Blood Sect.
A wrong glance.
A careless bump of the shoulder.
A disciple accidentally blocking someone's path.
In this sect, such incidents often ended in bloodshed. Every disciple understood this unwritten rule. So they kept their distance.
However, Han Yu could clearly sense something else in their emotions.
Curiosity.
Calculation.
Ambition.
Many of them were already thinking of ways to approach him in the future. After all, a personal disciple of the Peak Head was an extremely valuable connection. Forming a relationship with such a person could bring countless benefits.
Han Yu did not mind. He walked down the mountain path without slowing his pace and soon he reached the lower levels of the Kidney Peak. Once he was far enough from the main clusters of disciples, he stopped briefly.
With a quick motion, he removed the Kidney Peak robes and placed them into his storage pouch.
