Han Yu leaned back and stared at the sky, thoughts swirling.
He didn't mind playing the long game, but the desire to have a safeguard was still strong for him. Having faced death once, he knew just how horrifying it could be.
He didn't wish to wait years.
The Undying Life Charm was not just a curiosity anymore.
It was insurance. A fail-safe. A lifeline.
Chitterfang stretched and began gnawing on a spirit melon seed Han Yu had given it as a payment for his help.
Han Yu smiled faintly.
"Well, buddy," he said, tossing the rat another seed and flicking it through the air using a spiral of refined qi, "it looks like we're diving into the gray markets next."
And the rat, as if agreeing, let out a smug squeak and caught the seed mid-spin.
Over the next few days, the wheels of Han Yu's plan turned steadily—each step drawing him closer to his ultimate goal.
