Chapter 117: Trauma, Tea, and Recovery
Han Yu limped up the winding path back to the sect under the light of the moon, blood still crusted on his robes, one eye slightly swollen, and a mind replaying every split second of that fight like a broken puppet show.
He reached the familiar stone steps of the Twin Leaf Peak and sat there for a long while.
He’d survived.
Somehow.
But the fear... it hadn’t gone. It clung to him like sweat, like a ghost whispering in his ear: "You’re not ready. You’ll never be ready."
He finally staggered to his room and collapsed into bed.
He needed rest.
He needed therapy.
He needed to never again get matched with a Qi Refining psycho with neck tattoos.
The next morning, Han Yu awoke to knocking. Then banging. Then what sounded suspiciously like someone trying to kick the door down using a horse.
"WAKE UP!" Li Mei’s voice rang through the wood, perky and merciless. "Time for pill testing!"