Finally, Han Yu spoke.
"What this disciple wants," Han Yu said, "is a simple thing. Something many within the sect desire, but few ever truly obtain."
The Peak Head raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" he said. "And what would that be?"
Han Yu met his gaze fully now.
"Protection."
The word echoed softly through the frozen warehouse.
The Peak Head stared at him for several heartbeats, then let out a low chuckle.
"Protection," he repeated. "You aim high for an outer disciple."
Han Yu did not flinch. "This disciple does not believe the Peak Head would consider such a request unreasonable, given the circumstances."
The Peak Head studied him carefully. His small eyes seemed to peer straight through Han Yu's flesh and into his soul.
"You are not asking to become my disciple," the Peak Head said slowly. "Nor are you asking for resources, techniques, or cultivation guidance."
Han Yu nodded. "This disciple knows his place."
