After what was basically Han Yu's initiation into the Rat Society, he left the tunnel and stumbled back to the dormitory like a soldier returning from the front lines—with significantly less honor and a lot more dirt.
He was tired from the day's events, especially the narrow escape from the disciples who had come to clear out the rats.
"That small girl was also crazy," Han Yu muttered to himself, still mildly traumatized.
He didn't know who she was, but judging from her size, she looked like she hadn't even hit her growth spurt yet.
"She was wearing the Outer Court Disciple robes, so she should be one of them," Han Yu reasoned. "I'd better stay as far away from her as humanly—and rodently—possible."
He didn't want to end up as someone's alchemy test subject. He'd heard plenty of horror stories from the older servants—tales of unfortunates who'd grown scales, lost hair, or developed explosive sneezes after being volunteered for 'testing.'
