The Mist Eye Sect clearly didn't want outsiders knowing about the skeleton. If Han Yu got this information back to his sect, they'd promote him. Or lock him in a vault for knowing too much.
Either way, it'd be exciting.
He rubbed his chin, his fingers grazing across some healing blisters, and sighed.
First things first. He still had more scrolls to review and not nearly enough rest in his bones. But the important pieces were coming together—Magma Ancestor, hidden altar, strange energy, and the cult's involvement. He'd stitch the pattern soon.
But he couldn't stay here forever.
This cave was safe for now, but if the Mist Eye Sect sent someone to investigate the burned-out outpost, they might trace his movements. He'd need to keep moving soon, maybe head toward one of the locations marked on the stolen map.
Still, he allowed himself a few more moments of stillness. The fire was warm. The food had been decent. His injuries no longer screamed.
