After having been gloriously been shat upon by a pigeon that seemed to have been sent by the very heavens themselves, Han Yu felt utterly pooped.
SIGH
"This day couldn't get any wo-" Han Yu covered his mouth. "Fuck, I almost set up a flag of misfortune for myslef. Never saying that again." He stated.
He got up and walked out of the shack, seeking out a well to clean himself. Once that was done, a senior servant came over and informed everyone of the dinner time. It would be at seven PM everyday and there were still three hours left till then which were very hard for Han Yu to endure.
After all, he hadn't eaten anything since the morning and Disciple Bian had conveniently forgotten to tell them about lunch.
Alas, such was the life of a servant. Han Yu could only endure by eating some of the reserve dried meat he had brought with him and wait till it was dinner. The Dinner, if it could even be called that might as well be the same slop they fed the pigs.
