Han Yu's gaze lingered on the departing elder. His qi skills had grown stronger. His body was healing faster.
Even his Soul qi had increased a bit from the Eight Emotions Energy he had absorbed during the fight. His battle experience was rising. But none of it mattered if the sect itself came under siege.
He clenched his fists.
'If they come... I'll be ready.'
Even if it meant chaos.
The trio departed the Mission hall for some well deserved rest.
The next day dawned warm and lazy.
Han Yu awoke later than usual for once, his limbs sore but no longer aching, and his qi moving smoothly within his dantian. It was the first time in days he wasn't bleeding, bruised, or on the verge of being turned into salamander chow.
A rare luxury.
