Han Yu rose at once, his instincts on edge.
The tent was empty, his companions gone. Fatty Kui's snores were absent, and Wu Shuan's quiet presence was nowhere to be found. Pulling on his robe, Han Yu stepped outside. The sight that greeted him was a sea of disciples rushing in every direction, many of them carrying weapons, packs, or scrolls of orders.
He grabbed the arm of a passing disciple, one who looked as though he were about to run himself into the ground.
"What is happening?" Han Yu asked.
The disciple looked startled, but when he recognized who was speaking, he quickly bowed his head. "Senior Brother Han Yu, the elders are mobilizing everyone. The main tomb has opened!"
Han Yu froze, his mind blank for a heartbeat. "What?"
"The main tomb!" the disciple repeated, his voice breathless. "It has opened early this morning! The elders are calling everyone together to be assigned!"
Han Yu's heart thumped heavily in his chest. 'The main tomb had opened?'
