The next morning, Han Yu wasted no time.
He awoke with a purpose, eyes gleaming as he stepped out into the garden behind his modest courtyard. A faint mist clung to the grass, but his Spirit Sense was already expanding outward like an invisible net, brushing against every movement within range.
He wanted to test the Eight Emotions Energy.
More specifically, he wanted to understand how it flowed… and how to make it flow better.
Yesterday's breakthrough in balance had stabilized his Soul Qi and brought immense clarity. Now it was time to refine control.
With his Spirit Sense, he began watching.
A few disciples argued over breakfast down the path. The younger one, perhaps a new Outer Court recruit, was complaining loudly about his senior stealing his meat bun. Though in reality it had been Han Yu.
Han Yu felt it: a faint tendril of irritation, colored in muddy red—Anger.
It flickered toward him like a candle's smoke drifting on a breeze… and then—
Fizz.
