Han Yu spent the next two days cautiously gathering more information.
From the scraps of gossip, murmured conversations and the report he had obtained, he pieced together a full picture:
No one had ever gone back to Black Moss Ridge.
The appearance of the Core Condensation Realm beast had turned the place into a death zone.
The sect deemed it too dangerous to send anyone else. Even Inner Court Disciples would find it too dangerous. Plus the Black Moss Ridge wasn't of any particular importance to the sect anyways. The only reason they had sent disciples there was as a routine mission to find out just what was happening there, which they now knew.
The dead were simply declared lost.
Han Yu's name was forgotten, quietly brushed under the rug.
Han Yu's lips curled into a cold smile.
Perfect.
He could use this negligence.If no one confirmed the deaths, then no one could argue if he simply... came back.
But he needed a plan.
A convincing one.
