The next morning came with an unusual stir across the camp.
Rumors had already spread of the night's feast and the casual revelations that Han Yu's group had made, but now a more official summons came.
One of the inner sect disciple had personally gone from tent to tent, politely but firmly informing Han Yu and his companions that they were requested in the central pavilion where High Elder Qing was waiting. The words alone were enough to tighten every disciple's chest.
Han Yu rose to his feet quickly, brushing the dust from his robes, his heart thundering inside his chest. Fatty Kui groaned about having only just fallen asleep after his indulgent meal, while Wu Shuan was already tidying his sash with a solemn expression.
Xuan Qing and the others gathered together as a group nearby, all of them sensing that what awaited them was far from ordinary.
