Han Yu did not move right away or in haste.
He merely reeled in his fishing line, glanced at the bucket beside him lazily, and noted with mild satisfaction that it now held ten Blood Scale Carps.
A good haul.
A good night.
He didn't know if his good harvest was a good omen or not though.
"Well done," Han Yu said inwardly, warmth threading through their bond.
Chitterfang squeaked happily, exhaustion and pride mingling.
Back at the cave, Han Yu rewarded him with a Spirit Fruit, which the rat devoured with enthusiasm, juice staining his whiskers.
Then Han Yu sealed the cave.
He sat down.
And waited.
The letter had been delivered.
The aura had been proven.
Now, the next move was no longer his to make.
If the Second Kidney Peak Head chose to ignore it… then Han Yu would adjust.
But deep down, he knew better.
A man standing on the edge of losing everything did not ignore a lifeline made of Cold Silk Orchid aura.
Soon enough, the Peak Head would come looking.
