Day two began with meditation.
Which was Han's polite way of saying "I'm going to wake everyone up at ass o'clock and make them sit on the ground while contemplating existence."
Hunter watched from his bedroll as Han moved through camp. Quiet. Patient. Somehow more terrifying than yelling. People just obeyed like he had some kind of invisible authority radiating from his very presence. Got up. Sat down. Formed a circle. No complaints. No arguments.
Maybe he did have a technique for that. Cultivation was weird enough that Hunter wouldn't be surprised if there was some obscure manual titled "Supreme Art of Making People Do What You Want Through Vibes Alone."
"You too," Han said, looking directly at Hunter.
"I'm Foundation Realm. Pretty sure I graduated from meditation 101 when I skipped through Body Refining like it was on fast forward."
