Hong Yura's rapier had pierced one of his fellow disciples back then.
The image remained clear even now.
As for Hong Yao, Han Yu had encountered him later in the mines. After becoming a Legacy Disciple he barely saw the man again. The two disciples moved within different circles now.
Yet fate had brought them back.
Hong Yao stood at the Infant Soul Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm while Hong Yura had already reached Adult Soul Stage. The latter was even being considered for elder promotion. If the tournament had continued peacefully, there was a good chance he would already have become one.
The timing suited Han Yu perfectly.
More importantly…
Their background was clean.
Han Yu had investigated them carefully.
No clans.
No family influence.
No major lineage.
Their master, High Elder Zhongli, shared the same history.
Two thousand years ago he had entered the sect as a commoner.
No backing.
No inheritance.
Nothing.
He rose entirely through talent and hard work.
