But even with all the preparation Han Yu had done, not all slaves could be saved.
Some arrived too late.
Some were too injured.
Some simply…
Did not survive.
Han Yu did not stop for them.
There was no time.
No space.
Only forward.
Only action.
By the time he finished, nearly two hours had passed.
Fifty one.
That was the number.
Fifty one slaves had been successfully modified and stabilized.
Most of them were from the Twin Leaf Peak Sect.
Others came from allied sects.
The Crimson Cloud Sect.
The Jade Mirror Temple.
And more.
Among them…
Senior Brother Duan.
Han Yu treated him carefully, ensuring that his seal was modified correctly and his condition stabilized. The sight of him, broken yet alive, stirred something deep within Han Yu.
But he suppressed it.
This was not the time.
Once the last seal was modified, Han Yu stood.
For the first time since beginning, he allowed himself a brief pause.
Then, he reached out.
'Chitterfang.'
The response came quickly.
