"Nope," Han Yu muttered. "Definitely not fishing here."
As he continued down the bridge, he glanced once more at the crimson river below. It glowed faintly, almost beckoning him, as if the water itself was alive and aware. He shook his head and walked faster.
The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect was starting to make less and less sense the more he saw of it.
Yet deep down, he could not help but feel a strange unease. Because beneath all the absurdity and madness, there was something terrifyingly organized about this place.
Every building, every structure, every flowing channel of red seemed to serve a purpose.
And that meant whatever they were planning next, it would not be random.
For now, however, Han Yu had a simpler goal... find the Fifth Rib Peak before someone realized he had no idea where it was.
All in all, Han Yu's grand adventure to find his own house began with confidence and ended with despair.
