Unless Senior Sister Meng activated a Spirit Sense sweep specifically to detect Han Yu, he was confident she wouldn't notice.
But he had to stay sharp. Senior Sister Meng was no ordinary disciple—her illusory arts were subtle and layered. She could be leaving false trails. She could vanish behind a veil of spirit mist. She could double back.
Still, she didn't use any of those tactics now.
Whatever business she was heading toward, she didn't want to waste time.
Han Yu narrowed his eyes.
"Why now?" he whispered. "What's so urgent that it can't wait until morning?"
His legs moved with near-silent fluidity across the dirt path, eyes locked on the flickering shape of Senior Sister Meng just ahead.
Whatever she was doing, whoever she was going to meet—Han Yu was going to find out.
And this time, he wouldn't just be watching from behind a tea shop window.