With the immediate loot secured, Han Yu turned toward the outpost.
It was a modest wooden structure nestled into the stone wall of the caldera—likely meant as a temporary base for monitoring and resting, not long-term residence. He stepped inside cautiously, glaive ready.
No movement. No traps. Just silence and the faint creaking of wooden beams in the heat.
Inside, he was greeted with far more than he expected. Shelves stacked with supplies—clay jugs of water, baskets of dried grains and fruit, sealed pill jars, and bundles of gauze and salve. A wooden chest under one of the tables held a neatly folded set of spare robes, clearly uniforms for Mist Eye disciples.
It was clear the Mist Eye Sect had prepared well for this mission. They had all the supplies they might need in a place like this including plenty of water to drink, Spare clothes to change in case they were dirty or burned, as well as burn medicines and ointments to deal with physical injuries.
