Disciples were walking hastily in groups.
Some stopped, talking in low whispers. Others had grim expressions on their faces. Even the usual group of sword cultivators, who often practiced near the ponds with exaggerated movements and louder-than-necessary grunts, had ceased their training and were huddled together in intense discussion.
Han Yu frowned.
He paused outside his courtyard gate, narrowing his eyes. Something was off.
He waved at a passing outer sect disciple who looked particularly shaken. The boy paused, clearly recognizing him.
"Senior Brother Han Yu?"
"Yes. What's going on? There's a strange mood in the air."
The disciple's shoulders tensed. "Didn't you hear? A group of Inner Court disciples—six of them—were killed during a mission outside."
Han Yu's expression froze. "Killed? Where?"
