"Wonderful," Han Yu said flatly seeing his 'handiwork'. "Now it looks like I tried to decorate it on purpose."
After several minutes of cleaning, he gave up. He sat down on the only relatively clean spot near the entrance and stared into the dim light. His mind wandered back to Ju Fan himself, the man whose identity he was now forced to assume.
"Ju Fan, what were you even doing here?" he wondered aloud. "Did you sleep in that blood pool? Was this some kind of meditation ritual? Or were you just clinically insane?"
He glanced at the blood pool again and frowned. "No. Even pigs would refuse to wallow in that."
The irony hit him then.
Back at the Twin Leaf Peak Sect, Han Yu had always thought his quarters were humble; too small, too plain, too ordinary. Now, looking at Ju Fan's lair, he felt like his old home had been a palace fit for royalty. He would have gladly gone back and kissed the courtyard tiles.
He noticed the absence of even basic cultivation conveniences.
