The next morning, before the first sliver of dawn breached the dark horizon, Han Yu—now fully in the role of "Han Yi"—stood beside the caravan, gear packed and glaive strapped to his back.
He kept his expression neutral but his senses sharp.
The disguise was simple but effective. With his soot-darkened hair, sun-worn skin, and traveler's robes patched in just the right places, he looked no different than any of the other wandering cultivators desperate for work in the borderlands.
Merchant Kuo barked out a few quick orders to get the wagons rolling, and with a creak of wheels and snorts from the ox beasts, they set off. Han Yu took up a position near the rear left cart, neither drawing attention nor seeming too distant. Just another face in the crowd of caravan guards.
The first day was uneventful.
