Senior Brother Duan's movements were precise.
Too precise.
There was no hesitation, no wasted motion. But there was also no will. The curse seal had stripped him of it. His spirit sense was being used, but not by choice.
It was guided.
Controlled.
Han Yu clenched his fist internally.
But outwardly, he remained calm.
He moved from one section to another, occasionally crouching, occasionally tapping lightly at the rock, all while continuing his silent assessment.
After a few minutes, footsteps approached.
Han Yu did not turn immediately.
He waited.
Letting the other party speak first.
"Senior disciple, may I ask who you are?"
The voice was respectful, cautious.
Han Yu turned slowly.
Before him stood a man in inner court robes, his expression attentive but not hostile. His aura was steady, his cultivation at a respectable level.
Han Yu replied calmly.
"Ju Fan. Personal disciple of the Second Kidney Peak Head."
The man's eyes widened slightly.
Surprise.
Respect.
