Han Yu and the hunters stood near the entrance, where people came and went. Some looked rich. Some looked rough. Some looked like wandering cultivators. Others looked like merchants, guards, or minor clan members.
Han Yu observed quietly.
The women who greeted guests moved gracefully. Their steps were light. Their smiles were trained. But their eyes were sharp.
Too sharp for ordinary workers.
"These are not just courtesans," Han Yu thought. "They are cultivators, or at least trained."
Changli leaned close. "So? Still not curious?"
"I am curious," Han Yu replied. "But not foolish."
Changli laughed. "Fair enough."
They did not enter right away. The drinks inside were not cheap, but the stalls outside sold some cheap alcohol, so they decided to pre-game first. They stood, drank, talked, and watched.
Han Yu used his spirit sense carefully. He did not probe deeply, only lightly.
What he felt made his eyes narrow slightly.
The Pavilion was protected.
Not by one formation.
