Below, Han Yu glanced up mid-bite, eyebrows rising slightly.
"Oh?" he said, voice calm. "Finally lost patience, huh?"
Wei Pan snarled. "You're finished, brat!"
But Han Yu's eyes twinkled. "Maybe. But not before I return the favor."
He slapped his palm against the cave floor and sent a burst of Spirit Qi out like a wave. It shot down into the bones he'd tossed casually around his little camp—bones that had looked like leftovers from his meals.
In truth, each was hollowed and stuffed with a compressed pill from Li Mei's "Aggressive Variant" series—specifically designed to erupt when destabilized by spirit energy.
The effect was immediate.
BOOM!
The bones exploded in a thick, noxious cloud of choking smoke. A dense yellow-green fog spread rapidly, laced with compounds that irritated the lungs, blurred vision, and scrambled spiritual perception. Han Yu had carefully applied a protective nasal salve beforehand—no way he'd suffer from his own prank.
