Then Han Yu's gaze sharpened. He needed controlled situations—interactions that stirred emotion without placing him at too much risk.
Maybe it was time to explore the sect again, carefully. He could observe others, subtly insert himself into conflicts or dramatic moments, and harvest the ambient energy. If someone experienced intense fear, joy, or sorrow around him, he could try to siphon it.
"And I'll need a better understanding of these emotions," Han Yu added. "The fragments in my mind don't explain it all."
He glanced at the old scrolls and books he had salvaged from his normal storage pouch. Most were low-grade manuals on Qi cultivation, two books on qi skills and sect etiquette—worthless to him now. But there were some books on historical battles, great sect betrayals, tragic cultivator romances.
