Han Yu made his way back to Li Mei's personal alchemy hut that evening, the crimson hues of dusk spilling across the horizon as clouds loomed low over the distant peaks.
In one hand, he held the miniature scroll Chitterfang had given him earlier, and in the other, a faint grin still lingered—half from irritation, half from anticipation. He had wondered where a few wisps of Anger Eight Emotions Energy had come from before, and now that he had the report, he knew it was the upset alchemists behind it.
He stepped in without knocking. As always, Li Mei sat on the floor cross-legged in front of a massive jade table littered with scrolls, alchemical tools, and a steaming cup of floral tea that filled the air with a bitter fragrance.
"Yo," Han Yu greeted casually, tossing the scroll onto the table.
Li Mei didn't even look up. "What did you mess up this time?"
"Nothing. Just some senior alchemists getting pissy about me stealing their disciples."
