Han Yu looked around.
No, this was definitely a different place. The air was thinner here, and the river that ran near most peaks was nowhere to be found.
Realization dawned on him.
"Don't tell me… this is the other Third Rib Peak?"
Indeed, as he walked further, he saw dilapidated paths, cracked tiles, and grass poking between the stones. The crimson glow that bathed most of the sect was faint here, replaced by the natural greens and greys of ordinary vegetation.
It was quiet too... eerily so.
A few disciples lingered around, but they looked weary, their robes patched and faded.
Han Yu exhaled in relief. "Finally, somewhere normal."
He did not care that it looked neglected. In fact, the lack of grandeur was comforting. The absence of the blood river nearby meant no one was throwing severed arms into the water or chanting about enlightenment through sacrifice and pain.
