The sect remained indifferent.
Which meant that, for now, the Peak Head had chosen observation over action.
That realization calmed Han Yu... slightly.
He turned his thoughts to the safeguards he had placed.
The letter contained no names.
No explicit mention of the Cold Silk Orchid.
Only the jade with the aura, sealed so that it could not leak indiscriminately.
Anyone without specific knowledge would sense only an unusually cold, refined aura. Rare, yes, but not identifiable. Only someone deeply immersed in frost cultivation, someone who had studied the Endless Frost Tomb Art for centuries, would recognize it instantly.
The clue to Han Yu's location was equally subtle.
Not directions.
Not descriptions.
Aura resonance.
The Peak Head would need to actively search for the source of that resonance within the sect. That meant scanning countless disciples, formations, buildings, and grounds. It would have to be done carefully, discreetly, and without alerting rivals.
