Despite Murong Xie being restricted, Han Yu didn't take it lightly.
Murong Xie wasn't a fool. And suffering didn't always weaken a person. In fact, it was quite likely the opposite would happen—he'd break through the Nascent Soul Realm faster than expected and return with a vengeance.
Still, Han Yu had bought himself time. Maybe even years.
And during that time, he had no intention of remaining idle.
He looked around his serene courtyard. The peach tree there was in early bloom, its pale pink flowers casting a warm hue on the polished stones beneath. The small pond at the center bubbled quietly. A breeze rustled the bamboo growing along the western wall.
Peaceful.
And behind that peace, hidden, was a volcano of potential.
Han Yu's Soul Qi had deepened noticeably since the Murong affair. Not just in quantity but in quality. The storm of emotions—rage, grief, dread, joy, disgust, betrayal—had saturated his cultivation base with a rich palette of Eight Emotions Energy.
