The slips Han Yu had collected contained techniques and information that could not be risked on a single fragile medium.
He needed to copy them into his own storage slips, ensuring nothing would be lost even if one were damaged. After all, even he could not memorize them by heart that well. That meant heading to the Logistics Division's warehouse to buy some.
With that in mind, Han Yu began walking in that direction.
The camp was alive with quiet activity. Some disciples were training in open clearings, their movements sharp against the fading sunlight. Others tended to weapons, polished armor, or sat around fires with bowls of food.
The scent of cooked spirit rice and roasted beast meat drifted thickly across the area, making Han Yu pause for a moment as his stomach gave a low growl. He shook his head lightly and kept moving.
