Still, as Han Yu stood there with his friends beside him, Han Yu felt a familiar fire kindle in his chest. Danger and opportunity walked hand in hand. For someone like him, who relied not just on qi but on the emotions of others to fuel his path, such moments were both peril and blessing.
He tightened his grip on the scroll. "Then let us not waste time. If the tomb has chosen to reveal itself early, we must be ready to face whatever it intends to show us."
Wu Shuan gave a sharp nod. Fatty Kui groaned under the weight of his sack but still grinned, eager for what lay ahead.
The camp around them buzzed with restless energy, disciples moving like ants preparing for war. And amidst it all, Han Yu's eyes gleamed with quiet determination.
The game had changed overnight, but he was ready to play his part.
Later in the morning, Han Yu, Wu Shuan, Fatty Kui, and a large contingent of disciples gathered before the towering gates of the newly opened alchemy complex.
