Han Yu's body ached faintly, but his soul felt clear and sharp. He checked his jade slip mid flight, heart pounding slightly as he injected a thread of spirit sense into it.
No messages.
He let out a breath he did not realize he was holding.
That was good.
Qing Luan had told him clearly that she would contact him if there were problems. The silence meant that at least nothing catastrophic had happened on her end.
Still, that did not ease his urgency.
He descended directly toward the Fen Clan estate, not bothering to announce himself. The moment he crossed the boundary of the outer formations, his presence went unnoticed among the bustle below.
The courtyard was alive.
Servants hurried back and forth. Workers loaded crates onto wagons. Guards stood in formation, checking equipment and adjusting armor. A caravan was being prepared, large and well organized, with escorts clearly assigned.
Han Yu hovered above it all, scanning the scene.
Then he saw her.
