In his modest quarters, Han Yu examined his bag of supplies: a few formation flags, a token from Li Mei for emergency help (which may or may not work in Mist Eye territory), a backup robe, Several bottles of pills from Li Mei, a bunch of talismans and a small jar of spirit nut butter for emergencies along with more snacks and rations.
He had no idea what forces were already coiling in the shadows.
All he knew was that tomorrow, he'd be stepping into the jaws of the Mist Eye Sect's wild frontier with an illusory peak cultivation and a bag full of questionable snacks.
He closed his eyes, letting out a long breath.
"Alright, Han Yu," he muttered. "Time to fake it... and somehow not die."
