When Han Yu left the Fifth Rib Peak and made his way toward the Slave District, the morning mist clung to the stone paths. The sky above was tinted with the perpetual red reflection of the Slaughtered Moon. It lit the world in an oppressive crimson hue.
Han Yu walked quickly, but not too quickly.
In the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, moving in a hurry often attracted unwanted attention. Maintaining Ju Fan's expressionless face was important. He kept his shoulders straight, his gaze forward, and his steps controlled.
Yet internally, his heart throbbed with a tension that bordered on panic.
'Please let her still be unsold.'
'Please let her still be there.'
