Whatever may have been the reason behind the explosion, it didn't matter to Han Yu.
The important part was this: Murong Xie had been hit. Hard. And the sect couldn't ignore the chaos. Not with so many witnesses. Not with the damage done. The ripples were beginning.
Han Yu slowly turned away and began walking back down the steps, feeling the tide of emotions washing over him like a slow, steady current.
The mine was only the first domino.
And now?
Now the rest of the board was beginning to move.
Han Yu found a large mossy stone bench along the outer pathway that overlooked the ridge where Murong Xie's ruined courtyard lay. It was partially shaded beneath a flowering plum tree and already had a few disciples seated on it, whispering amongst themselves.
'Perfect.'
