Han Yu did not move.
He remained leaning against the bridge's railing, his posture relaxed, his expression bored. To anyone watching, he was just another disciple killing time.
But his spirit sense followed Chitterfang carefully.
The rat burrowed beneath the shrub, claws working quickly as it slipped into the soil. Unlike most beasts, Chitterfang had never been repelled by the sect's arrays. It was an anomaly, one Han Yu still did not fully understand, but was grateful for now.
The ground here was cold.
Not freezing, but steadily growing colder as Chitterfang moved toward the mountain. Frost Qi seeped into the soil, thickening with every meter. The rat slowed, adjusting its path, instinctively avoiding areas where the Qi pressure spiked sharply which were the signs of hidden formations.
'Good,' Han Yu thought. 'You feel it.'
Minutes passed.
Then tens of minutes.
