The distance between the Twin Leaf Peak Sect and Mist Eye territory was too large to leave to chance.
A peak-grade communication slip.
"Peak-grade," he murmured again, clicking his tongue. "Thousand kilometers or more. Smooth signal, embedded with stabilizing inscriptions, protected against interception. Probably crafted by an expert Formation master."
And definitely expensive.
He grimaced as he walked, brushing a low-hanging branch aside.
It wasn't as expensive as a Spatial Storage Bag, that was true. But Spatial Bags were one-time investments. A peak-grade communication slip? That was the sort of thing core disciples pooled their resources for or received as rewards for exceptional contributions.
They would usually get one during long term group missions so that they could relay information back home.
Still… if Han Yu could get one, it would solve half his logistical problems overnight.
"Should've stolen one off those Mist Eye disciples," he muttered.
