Han Yu relished in the Eight Emotions Energy and thought.
"That fear in the mine... they're terrified of losing more than just ore. That anger... it's desperate, defensive, not righteous. And Meng Jueyan... she's already half-expecting a promotion."
The realization was intoxicating.
With every scheme he executed, every emotion he provoked—he was growing stronger, not just in Soul Qi but in influence. In information. In foresight.
He breathed in the last of the surrounding energy and let it settle into his Soul Space. The Eight Emotions shimmered for a moment inside his Soul Space before dissolving like ink in water having turned into pure Soul Qi, enriching his inner world.
Then he stood, brushing the dirt from his robe.
"Alright… time to move again."
