Now all that remained for Han Yuwas to wait. Sooner or later, Meng Jueyan would reach out.
And sure enough, the very next morning, it happened.
As Han Yu was meditating beside his small courtyard pond—his body calm, spirit qi circulating slowly through his meridians—the high-grade communication jade slip hidden in his robes began to vibrate faintly.
A soft hummmm filled his ears, a resonance no one else would hear unless they stood next to him.
Han Yu's eyes opened at once.
He drew the jade slip from his inner sleeve. The surface gleamed with swirling patterns of blue and gold, and new text began to etch itself across the surface like a letter being written in real time.
He read carefully.
'Elder Yi,
