The second thing Han Yu did was alter his appearance slightly.
Nothing major—just a bit of dark soot rubbed into his hair to dull its sheen, a few herbs mixed into a paste to give his skin a slightly weathered tone, and some deliberate exposure to sun to bring out the rugged look.
His scars, still healing in some places, did the rest of the work.
Anyone looking for the clean-cut disciple of Twin Leaf Peak would find only a tired, wiry hunter with too many bandages and a wary gaze.
Finally, he gathered his remaining coins—mostly silver, but he reserved two gold coins, just in case charm failed and currency had to do the convincing.
Seven days passed.
The next caravan arrived right on schedule, just as he'd heard.
