The preparations were complete.
Han Yu stood alone beneath the dull red glow of the Blood Sect's sky, the Spirit Wood Pulp envelope resting lightly in his sleeve. Inside it were two things that could very well decide the direction of his future in the sect: a letter written in his careful, restrained hand, and a spirit jade token that carried a whisper of impossible cold.
He had deliberately left the exterior of the envelope blank.
There was no seal, no name and no mark of origin. Anyone else might have considered that foolish, but Han Yu knew better.
A message that somehow reached the hands of a Kidney Peak Head, who was one of the most powerful figures in the sect, would not be ignored simply because it lacked an inscription.
On the contrary, the sheer audacity of it would demand attention. And once the envelope was opened, the aura within would speak louder than any words.
Still, knowing that and doing it were two very different things.
