By the time the crowd reached the base of the plateau, the path had widened into a broad courtyard paved with dark stone tiles.
Disciples were dispersing in every direction, some heading down winding roads toward distant valleys, others vanishing into shaded corridors between towering buildings.
'Wait a minute...' Han Yu froze for a moment.
Where in the world was he supposed to go?
Everyone around him seemed to have a clear destination. Groups were splitting off naturally, following their divisions or peaks. He stood in the middle of it all, the picture of calm on the outside, but inside his mind was racing.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible. "What do I do now?"
He thought of Ju Fan.
Technically, he was supposed to be him now. That meant his home should be wherever Ju Fan lived. The problem was, he had absolutely no idea where that was.
"Fifth Rib Peak, wasn't it?" Han Yu grimaced.
