'They not only rebuilt it, they expanded it too.' Compared to when Han Yu last saw it, it was much bigger and well manned.
The outer gate was reinforced with layered wooden panels and metal studs, and several guard towers rose from the perimeter. A few flags bearing the Mist Eye Sect's emblem—an open silver eye on a black field—fluttered in the breeze.
Inside, Han Yu could already make out the outlines of supply tents, storage sheds, and barracks under construction. Disciples in dark gray and green robes moved briskly between buildings, some carrying scrolls, others managing Qi-beast drawn carts.
It was far from complete, but it was clearly active.
Han Yu kept his posture relaxed, gaze passive, and heart calm.
As they rolled up to the gate, a pair of Mist Eye disciples approached the caravan and exchanged a few words with Merchant Kuo. The merchant handed over a scroll and gestured at the cargo. After some checking, the gates were opened.
They were in.
