Han Yu took one last glance at the mine and slid back into the shadows, moving fast and silent, the two Spatial Storage Bags now weighing heavily—yet comfortably—inside his robe.
Whatever happened next, one thing was certain.
This mine had just become a battlefield.
And Han Yu had already drawn first blood.
Han Yu crouched low beside one of the large empty crates near the chamber's entrance, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He slipped a hand into his robe and pulled out a small pouch lined with waxed leather. It was heavy for its size and rattled faintly—a familiar sound by now.
Inside were several of Li Mei's explosive pills. One's he had already used before in the caverns under the Broken Fang Ravine and caused a large scale collapse.
Each one was volatile, unstable, and borderline insane for regular use. But for Han Yu? They were perfect. Portable chaos. The alchemist might not have intended them for this particular application, but she'd certainly approve of the effect.
