Just as Han Yu folded the parchment and prepared to leave, movement at the city gate caught his eye.
A group of robed cultivators walked by, chatting loudly, clearly not worried about being recognized. Their robes bore the distinct white-and-green embroidery of the Twin Leaf Peak Sect.
Han Yu narrowed his eyes and ducked behind a tree, shifting his spiritual presence to the minimum.
He watched the group pass. Then his eyes widened as he recognized one of them.
Rong Jun.
A name that had come up more than once in his past. One of Murong Xie's lackeys. Inner court disciple. Always sneering. Always smug.
Just like the others.
Han Yu's eyes narrowed further as something clicked. He flipped open the letter again and scanned the family information.
'Rong... Rong... Ah.'
There it was.
The Rong surname was listed as a branch clan of the Murong Clan.
A smirk crept across Han Yu's face.
"So you are connected, huh? Looks like there's hope after all."
