Han Yu, meanwhile, walked somewhere near the mid-rear of the massive formation, among the Alchemy Division's logistics group. His newly issued robes were dyed pale green, the mark of the Support Division, and his pack was full of vital pill samples, alchemical ingredients, and brewing tools.
He was even given an entire set of alchemical tools, cauldron, talismans, measuring equipment and more to boot. It was clear that the sect was sparing no expense in this expedition.
Still, as mundane as his current duties seemed, his ears remained sharp—and so did his network.
"—Did you see that Inner Court girl from Cauldron Hall? I heard she once cured a Core Disciple with a single drop of liquid from her jade gourd—"
"—They say if anything goes wrong, Peak Head Jian can cut a mountain in half. Literally. Not even a metaphor—"
"—Hah! No way that's all. My cousin swears he saw an elder talking to someone in a tiger mask. Probably an undercover protector—"
