Dragon's Legacy: The Flame Reborn (Season 1)

The house exuded an air of nostalgia, filled with relics from the past and heirlooms that whispered of stories long untold. Intricate paintings hung on the walls, depicting brave hunters and mythical creatures from old tales. Wooden beams overhead creaked softly with age, and the air was rich with the scent of aged wood and dried herbs.

"Please, sit," Wu Mei instructed as she led Liang Xuan to an antique dining table, its surface polished by countless years of use. She pulled out a chair for him, its legs scraping gently against the wooden floor.

With practiced ease, Wu Mei began preparing a meal in her traditional kitchen. The familiar sounds of chopping, sizzling, and boiling water harmonized, building a culinary symphony. Before long, she set a spread before Liang Xuan: a steaming bowl of rice, a pot of herbal soup, tender meat stew, and a plate of sautéed vegetables, the aroma filling the room.

Liang Xuan hesitated, taking in the feast before him. His stomach growled in response, but he was unsure where to begin.

"Go on, eat up," Wu Mei said with a smile, her eyes twinkling like stars in a clear night sky.
“Liang Xuan, how did you make it here?”

He began hesitantly, taking a bite of the meat stew. The flavors exploded in his mouth—savory, with a hint of sweetness and a touch of spice. The comfort of the meal encouraged him, and he began to relay his tale.

"You see, Grandma," he started, using the rice to gather up bits of stew, "my life has been one of mystery and solitude. The orphanage was my home, a place of both happiness and sorrow." He recounted the playful days, the friends he had made, and the dreams that filled his nights.

"But today," he said, pausing to sip the herbal soup, which warmed him from the inside out, "everything shifted. I encountered the Tall Tale practitioners." His hands became animated as he described the heart-stopping chase through the Inferno Woods, how he had felt the piercing eyes of the practitioners on his back, the terrifying moments when he believed he had reached the end, and his surprising escape.

Wu Mei's gaze never wavered. She listened intently, absorbing every word, every emotion. She occasionally reached across the table, her hand patting Liang Xuan's, a silent promise of support and understanding.

He spoke of the encounter with the Timberwolves, their ferocious beauty, and the dire moments at the waterfall's edge, where hope had almost vanished.

By the time Liang Xuan had finished, the weight in the room was palpable. But as he looked up, he saw tears of pride in Wu Mei's eyes. "Liang Xuan," she murmured, "life has thrown you many challenges, but here you are. Home. And together, we'll face any trials ahead."

They shared a moment, the bond between them strengthening. The past's shadows seemed a little less dark, with hope lighting the way forward.

The two continued to dine in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their thoughts. The warmth of the meal seemed to seep into their very souls, fortifying them against the harsh memories they had shared. The flickering candlelight cast gentle shadows on the walls, its soft glow adding a cozy ambiance to the room.

Wu Mei refilled Liang Xuan's soup bowl, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Liang Xuan," she began softly, "all these challenges you've faced, the way you've handled them with such tenacity... It reminds me so much of your father."

He looked up, eyes searching hers for more, a thirst for understanding and connection evident. "Tell me about him," he whispered.

She smiled, sadness tinting the edges. "Your father, Liang Dong, was one of the bravest men I knew. Like you, he had an adventurous spirit. When he was just a little older than you are now, he would often accompany your grandfather and me into the Phosphorus Woods for hunts. We too sought out rare ingredients for our emporium."

Liang Xuan leaned forward, captivated. "Did he... Did he ever talk about my mother?"

Wu Mei hesitated, collecting her memories. "Only once. They had met during one of his travels when he went to the capital for a martial arts tournament. Your mother was mysterious, always careful and protective of her past. She gave him a pendant, something she said would keep him safe. And when he came back to Guilvons, he always wore it close to his heart."

Absorbed in the revelation, Liang Xuan's hand unconsciously moved to his neck, feeling the pendant that hung there, passed down to him after his father's demise. The intricate design seemed to pulse with life, a tangible link to his family's history.

Wu Mei continued, "I never got to know her name. She was like a fleeting shadow in Liang Dong's life, but her presence was profound. They had a love that was rare, but the war and its dark tentacles reached even them."

“H-how did my father die?” asked Liang Xuan

Wu Mei took a deep breath, the weight of the story she was about to share evident in her posture. She looked into Liang Xuan's eyes, gauging the depth of his desire to know, understanding the pain it might cause him.

The room was illuminated only by the soft glow of a single candle, its flame dancing gracefully in the quiet atmosphere. The aging wooden table between Wu Mei and Liang Xuan was scattered with remnants of their earlier meal—empty bowls and spoons, crumbs of bread. The sounds of Guilvons outside had settled into a gentle hum of nighttime activity.

Wu Mei took a deep breath, the weight of the story she was about to share evident in her posture. She looked into Liang Xuan's eyes, gauging the depth of his desire to know, understanding the pain it might cause him.

“Your father, Liang Dong, was a hero in every sense of the word,” she began, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "But before I tell you about his end, you must know the kind of man he was."

She paused, memories flooding back. "Liang Dong was not just brave, but kind-hearted, always ready to help anyone in need. His reputation in Stonewood was that of a protector. People looked up to him, not just because of our family's legacy, but because of the man he had become."

Liang Xuan's gaze never wavered, his thirst for knowledge evident in his attentive posture.

"The day it happened," Wu Mei continued, "Stonewood was buzzing with activity. The town was hosting a festival, and people from neighboring villages had come to join the celebration. The streets were filled with laughter, music, and the scent of delicious food… to what I understand, he went there to meet with your mother, who had something to show him… I added the dots, and I believe that surprise… was you"

She paused, taking a shaky breath. "But as dusk approached, the merriment was shattered. The Tall Tale practitioners, believing there were spies in the village, launched a surprise attack."

Tears welled in her eyes as she continued. "Chaos erupted. Flames consumed homes. The laughter and music of the festival were replaced with screams of terror. But in the midst of this pandemonium, your father stood tall. He organized evacuation routes, led groups to safety, and even confronted some of the attackers, drawing their attention to give others a chance to escape."

She wiped a tear from her cheek, her voice breaking. "Liang Dong managed to save almost every single person in the town. But as the final group was making their escape, a practitioner recognized him and targeted him specifically. He faced the attacker head-on, allowing the last of the villagers to flee to safety. That was the last time anyone saw him alive."

Liang Xuan's eyes glistened with tears of his own, his heart heavy with the weight of his father's sacrifice. For a few moments, the room was silent, save for the gentle crackling of the candle flame.

Finally, Liang Xuan spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "He was a true hero. I only hope I can live up to his legacy."

Wu Mei reached across the table, taking Liang Xuan's hand in hers. "You already are, Liang Xuan. In your determination, your courage, and your heart, I see so much of him."

“What about Grandpa?” asked Liang Xuan

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the room in twilight shadows, with only the amber glow from the fireplace providing a semblance of warmth. Wu Mei settled herself in the old rocking chair, its creaks harmonizing with the gentle pop and crackle of the fire. She took a moment, gazing deeply into its flickering dance, as if finding the courage in its embers.

Liang Xuan sat opposite her, on a wooden stool, his posture tense in anticipation. The two had shared many stories tonight, but this one had been a long time coming. There was a palpable tension in the room, the weight of unspoken words and memories hanging thickly between them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Wu Mei began, her voice quivering with the ghosts of the past. "Your grandfather, Liang Jin, was a man of principles. Bold, astute, and not one to back down from what he believed was right. It was this very nature that eventually drew unwanted attention to him."

She continued, her eyes distant, lost in memories. "In those days, tensions were mounting. The Tall Tale practitioners were rising in power, and their distrust towards outsiders, particularly those with knowledge, was escalating. They believed that such individuals could be spies, saboteurs."

Drawing a shaky breath, she added, "One fateful day, Liang Jin was approached by a group of practitioners in the town square. They accused him of being a spy, citing his frequent travels and vast network of contacts. Your grandfather, ever the dignified man, neither confirmed nor denied these accusations. He simply stated that truth would always find its way."

Liang Xuan's grip tightened on the arms of his stool, his knuckles white.

Wu Mei's voice broke as she continued, "That evening, they came for him. I remember the knock on our door, the cold wind that swept in, bringing with it a group of shadowy figures. They took him away, and he... he never returned. Days later, we found out that he had been executed, labeled a traitor without a fair trial."

The silence that followed was suffocating. The gravity of Wu Mei's revelations pressed heavily on Liang Xuan's chest.

Finally, breaking the silence, Wu Mei whispered, "Your grandfather was no spy. He was a man of honor, of integrity. And he died holding onto those values. I want you to remember him for the man he was, not for the lies that took him from us."

Liang Xuan nodded slowly, tears glistening in his eyes. "I will, Grandma," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I promise."

There was a somber pause as both took a moment to honor the memories of the departed.

Then, attempting to lighten the mood, Liang Xuan inquired, "What was the emporium like? Did you and Grandpa have any adventures?"

Wu Mei chuckled, the lines on her face crinkling with mirth. "Oh, the tales I could tell! Each item in our store had its story, and every hunt was an adventure. The Phosphorus Woods is no ordinary forest, however, I believe that is a story for another day, it’s late, and you must go to sleep, come, I’ll show you to your room,” said Wu Mei

LATER THAT NIGHT

Liang Xuan was nestled deeply within the folds of his blanket, the soft hum of the night outside creating a tranquil atmosphere. But just as he was teetering on the edge of a deep sleep, a faint murmur, almost a whisper, reached his ears. He frowned, trying to discern the source of the noise.

Slowly, carefully, he swung his legs off the side of the bed, letting the cool wooden floor touch his feet. The murmuring grew louder, clearer, and a sense of unease washed over him. Following the sound, he padded softly towards the door, taking care not to alert anyone of his movements.

The door was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of soft light to spill out into the hallway. Curiosity piqued, Liang Xuan gently pushed the door further open and quietly walked down the hall.

As he tiptoed closer to the living room, the voice became more distinct. "Just these few coins... and a little jewelry. It won't last. It can't last..." The sound of metal coins clinking together punctuated the air.

In the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the gentle flicker of a single candle, sat Wu Mei. She was hunched over a table, a sea of papers spread out before her, her fingers nervously tapping a rhythm on the wood. Liang Xuan could see a worn-out leather chest opened beside her, its contents - a small pile of coins and a few bits of jewelry - pitifully meager.

"...only a few weeks left..." Wu Mei muttered, the strain evident in her voice, "I can't let him starve, not after everything. What was I thinking, closing the emporium? Giving away all our possessions?"

She sighed heavily, rubbing her temples, the weight of her worries evident in every line on her face.

Liang Xuan, hidden in the shadows, felt a pang of sympathy. He hadn't realized the gravity of the situation. He had been so engrossed in his own sorrows and revelations that he hadn't seen the strain his grandmother was under.

Before he could step forward and comfort her, Wu Mei continued, "How do I take care of a child with nothing left? I've failed him, just as I failed my son."

The tranquility of the Guilvons night was interrupted by a murmur, a whisper of words that seemed out of place in the silent house. Liang Xuan's eyes, heavy with sleep just moments ago, fluttered open as his ears strained to catch the sound. It was a soft, anxious voice, one that he recognized all too well.

Sliding off the bed, he pressed his feet against the cold wooden floor, shivering slightly from the sudden change in temperature. Moving stealthily, like a panther in the shadows, he approached his bedroom door, leaving it slightly ajar so as not to make any noise.

As he tiptoed closer to the living room, the voice became more distinct. "Just these few coins... and a little jewelry. It won't last. It can't last..." The sound of metal coins clinking together punctuated the air.

Peeking around the corner, Liang Xuan saw his grandmother, Wu Mei. The candlelight painted her face with an amber glow, highlighting the deep lines of worry that marred her once-smooth skin. She was poring over an old, worn ledger, her fingers brushing against numbers and calculations while her other hand clutched a tiny money chest, its contents scattered on the table.

"Closing the emporium... Why did I?" Wu Mei whispered to herself, a single tear escaping her eye and landing on the ledger, smudging the ink. "How can I provide for Liang Xuan? This... this isn't enough."

She looked around the room, her gaze settling on a portrait of a younger version of herself with a proud, smiling man by her side. "I'm sorry, dear," she murmured, her voice breaking. "I thought I was making the right choices, for our family... for our legacy."

Wu Mei looked around the room, pondering what to do next she felt something odd in the atmosphere around her

She then looked behind her and smiled

“I know you’re there Liang Xuan, come out… eavesdropping is not courteous,” Wu Mei said

Liang Xuan felt a lump forming in his throat. The weight of his grandmother's sacrifices, her despair, and the daunting reality of their situation was becoming clearer by the moment.

Gathering courage, he stepped into the candlelight, "Grandmother?"

Wu Mei turned to face Liang Xuan and smiled, "Liang Xuan, You should be resting."

He moved closer, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite her. "I heard you," he confessed softly. "We're in this together, remember?"

A melancholic smile touched Wu Mei's lips, "Always trying to be the grown-up, just like your father."

Liang Xuan reached out, placing his hand over hers, "We'll figure it out. We always do." The unspoken promise hung in the air between them, binding the two generations together in their shared hope and determination.

“How did you know I was there?” asked Liang Xuan

“I am a huntress, I may not be able to use magic, but my perception of the world is different and my senses are heighten, mainly do to years of training and hunting in the forest,” said Wu Mei

“Cool,” said Liang Xuan

“Indeed… but that isn’t going to help us,” said Wu Mei

Liang Xuan gazed thoughtfully at the dim corners of the room.

The room itself bore silent testament to its former glory; shelves once filled with rare trinkets and artifacts now lay empty, and faded signs promoting unique finds from the Phosphorus Woods adorned the walls.

Suddenly, an idea began to take root. "Grandmother," he began hesitantly, "why don't we reopen the emporium?"

Wu Mei looked at him, startled. "Liang Xuan, the times have changed. The war has driven many out of Guilvons. The once busy streets now lie almost deserted. And with the war, come stricter rules, patrols, and inspections. Reopening the emporium now would be..."

"Dangerous, I know," he interrupted softly. "But think about it, with so many practitioners in need of supplies, especially those unique to Phosphorus Woods, there's an opportunity here. We have the knowledge, the location, and you have the experience."

Wu Mei sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's not just about the supplies, dear. With the war, people are scared, they aren't venturing out. Plus, the Tall Tale practitioners have eyes everywhere. They've grown more suspicious of neutral towns like ours."

Liang Xuan leaned forward, a fire in his eyes. "That's exactly why we should do it. The war has created a void, and we can fill it. We have connections in the neighboring towns, we can start with a delivery service. And, if the rumors are true, the war is turning. People are growing tired of the Tall Tales' tyrannical ways. There's a change in the air, grandmother, I can feel it."

Wu Mei thought about it for a second but then shook her head in disagreement.

“The delivery service would not work, we’ll have to go all the way to the capital to even get a license that allows us to operate a delivery service, not to mention, with the war as it is, there is great distrust… plus, there is no one in town who we can hire to take care of the deliveries,” she said

“There must be a way,” said Liang Xuan

“Also, to reopen the emporium will have to find many items, and the last time the emporium was open 70% of our sales came from selling items that your grandfather bought in other cities… the Phosphorous woods have a lot of important items and materials, but they have never been in high demand,” said Wu Mei

Liang Xuan got up and began to pace back and forth in the room, thinking, trying to remember everything he had learned in the orphanage and during his adventure.

Wu Mei looked at him with amazement, the way he paced, his expression, and his whole demeanor while thinking, removed any last drop of doubt in her heart that he might be lying.

“He looks just like his father… and his grandfather,” she thought as she looked at him

“THAT’S IT!” Liang Xuan said with a glimmer in his eyes

“What is?” asked Wu Mei

“What do practitioners look for the most nowadays?” he said

Wu Mei thought about it hard, it had been months since she last paid attention to the world around her to that degree

“Sorry, dear, it seems my old brain is faltering,” Wu Mei said with a small smile

“You’re in your late 30s, how is that old?” asked Liang Xuan

“I just don’t have an answer,” she said

“They need materials!” Liang Xuan said

Wu Mei stared at him, trying to add the dots

“For weapon, and armor refinement, and they need ingredients for pill making… to add to this, they need weapons, armor, and pills in general,” Liang Xuan said

Wu Mei started to nod her head in agreement as she thought about what he said

“And where is the best location to find materials in the Dragonlands?” Liang Xuan asked

“The Great Formida forest near Magmapolis,” said Wu Mei

“Ok, second best,” said Liang Xuan

“Magnesium lake and forest, near Obsidian peaks and Katastrophe,” said Wu Mei

“Third,” Liang Xuan said in a deadpan voice

“The Phosphorus Woods!” Wu Mei said as she jumped up from her seat

“That’s it, there are many medicinal plants, special woods, and even caves within those woods, not to mention all of the magical beasts that live within it,” Liang Xuan said

“That may work… but it means I’d have to leave for a month, maybe more, but that would only solve some problems…” Wu Mei said as she got up and found her old gear and her storage orbs.

“Which problems are left?” asked Liang Xuan

“... you mentioned that practitioners are looking for material, that part is easy, you go out and collect, but… they also need ready-made pills, weapons, and armor… but… I don’t know how to forge… nor do I possess the magical power or knowledge to make pills… plus… there is no safe way to let people in other towns know of the reopening of the emporium,” said Wu Mei

“Do you know anyone, in town with that ability?” asked Liang Xuan

“Well… Su Chen’s (Owner of the bakery) oldest sons are attending the Alchemy Academy in Dramora… if I’m not mistaken, Yao Chen should be back in town while he decides about his working future,” said Wu Mei

“That is a lead in the pill making… now we need a blacksmith… but not just any blacksmith, he or she must know how to refine weapons as well,” said Liang Xuan

“That means… they must be at least at the 2nd stage of Refinement understanding… and even then, that person would only be able to create low-level weapons… with a success rate of 15%...” Wu Mei said

“Does this town have a blacksmith?” asked Liang Xuan

“We used to, Bao Zhen… but, he died in the war… we’ve been without a blacksmith ever since,” Wu Mei said

“What about Bao Zhen’s family… anything?” asked Liang Xuan

“Well… after he died, I know that Tzu Mao left the town with her daughters… but his other wife Ling Hua stayed with their son… but, other than that, I don’t know,” Wu Mei said

Liang Xuan walked over to the window thinking of a way around this conundrum, it was then that he noticed something.

“Say, grandma… this town has sentries, right?” asked Liang Xuan

“Yes… but they aren’t military trained, they’re just local teenagers and young men and women who volunteer to patrol the area… why?” asked Wu Mei

“Because they’ll need weapons right?” asked Liang Xuan

“I believe so,” Wu Mei

“Then, if this town doesn’t have a blacksmith… and the emporium is closed… and no merchant caravan has come in the last couple of months… where did they get the weapons from?” Liang Xuan asked as Wu Mei walked up to him and noticed the 2 sentries walking past the emporium with nice armor and battle-ready weapons.

“You’re right… Come to think of it, Zhen Tao is a member of the sentries… maybe he might be more than what he appears to be,” said Wu Mei

“You see, just like that, we’ve solved 2 more problems,” said Liang Xuan

“Don’t count your chickens just yet, we need to see if Zhen Tao even is a Blacksmith… and if the other variables fall into place and agree to help… we are talking business after all,” Wu Mei said

“But, it’s a start,” Liang Xuan said with a spark in his eyes

Wu Mei looked deep into his eyes, seeing the same determination that had once lived in her husband and son. "It's not just about the money, is it?"

Liang Xuan shook his head, "It's about legacy, our family's legacy. We can't let fear dictate our actions. If we do, then they've already won."

“There is another problem… I can’t leave you for a long period of time mere hours after you came into my life,” said Wu Mei

“Then… I’ll go with you,” said Liang Xuan

Wu Mei almost fell backward when Liang Xuan said this

“I AM NOT TAKING YOU WITH ME INTO THE WOODS! IT IS TO DANGEROUS!!!!” she exclaimed

“But, grandma, eventually I’ll have to learn how to do this job… better that I learn now, so, WHEN our emporium re-opens and becomes a success, we can take turns heading into the forest to restock,” said Liang Xuan with a determined smile

There was a long pause, filled with memories, dreams, and hopes for the future. Wu Mei finally spoke, her voice soft but determined, "Alright, but we tread carefully. And you," she pointed at Liang Xuan, "will not venture deeper into the woods without proper training… or my supervision… you stay close to me at all times, deal?"

Liang Xuan grinned, "Deal."

Wu Mei chuckled, shaking her head, "Always the negotiator. Very well, we begin preparations tomorrow." She looked around the room, the shadows of the past now holding a promise of a brighter future. "For our legacy."

“YEY!!!” Liang Xuan exclaimed

“Alright my little businessman, go to bed, we start at dawn,” Wu Mei said

As soon as she finished that sentence, Liang Xuan run off to bed

Wu Mei looked at him and thought to herself “Just like your father… he was around your age when he forced my husband to take him to the forest to learn as well… I just hope it isn’t as messy as his first trip,” as she went off to bed as well.

THE NEXT MORNING

The bell atop the door chimed as Liang Xuan and Wu Mei entered the cozy confines of the Chen Bakery. A warm, sweet aroma wafted from the oven, mingling with the scents of freshly baked bread, pastries, and the faint hint of tea.

The bakery, unlike many other establishments in Guilvons, seemed to have weathered the war relatively unscathed. Wooden shelves lined the walls, piled high with a variety of baked goods, and a glass display showcased an assortment of tarts, pies, and cakes.

Behind the counter, a tall, stout man with a kind face and a flour-dusted apron was kneading dough, while a younger man, presumably his son, was arranging pastries on a tray. They both looked up as the door chime rang.

"Ah, Wu Mei! It's been so long!" Su Chen greeted warmly, his hands still working the dough. "And who might these young soul be?” he asked

“This is my grandson, Liang Xuan,” said Wu Mei

The second she said this, Su Chen dropped the dough he was kneading on the counter

“Your… grandson?” said Su Chen in surprise

“Yes… Liang Dong’s son… although I just found out of his existence a few hours ago,” Wu Mei said

Su Chen was not even able to continue his line of thought when his wife Zi Qiu came running out of the kitchen

“WU, YOU HAVE A GRANDSON?!!” Zi Qiu said as she hugged her old-time friend

“Yup, right here,” she said as she placed a hand around Liang Xuan

“Nice to meet you Liang Xuan… you can call me Aunty Zi,” Zi Qiu said as she hugged Liang Xuan

“Nice to meet you,” said Liang Xuan

Yao Chen, with a more serious demeanor than his father, and mother nodded politely. "Greetings, Madam Wu, Liang Xuan."

Wu Mei smiled, "It's good to see you all. We're here to discuss something of mutual interest."

Su Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a cautious look in his eyes. "What might that be?"

Liang Xuan stepped forward. "We're thinking of reopening the emporium. And we're hoping to get some help from the local businesses, especially those that have managed to stay afloat during these trying times."

Yao Chen exchanged a worried glance with his father before Su Chen cleared his throat. "That's a noble thought, but you know how things have been. Just last month, the Jia Butcher Shop was ransacked by the Tall Tale enforcers after they heard rumors of them supplying meat to rogue practitioners. And the week before that, the Li’s Textile Store was sealed off with accusations of them smuggling banned fabrics."

Yao added, "Two of our delivery boys were detained last week. They were released, but not before a thorough and terrifying interrogation. The Tall Tales are growing more paranoid and oppressive by the day."

Wu Mei sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "We understand the risks. But we're hoping that by banding together, by showing a united front, we can overcome these challenges. The town needs hope, Su Chen, and together, we can provide that."

Su Chen looked torn. "I admire your courage, Wu Mei. But I have a family to consider. The bakery is all we have. If something were to happen..."

Yao interjected, "What my father means to say is that we need assurances. We need to know that if we support this venture, there will be safety measures in place."

Liang Xuan then said "Actually… we’re to talk to you,”

“Me?” said Yao Chen

“You are an alchemist right?” said Liang Xuan

“I have the certificate… but…” Yao Chen started

“Great, we’re planning on selling pills at the emporium and we’d like to have you make them,” said Liang Xuan

“Pills… the thing that Tall Tale kills for,” said Yao Chen

“We know the risk… but… think of the bigger picture… if we are able to make any grade cleansing pills, grade 5 Blood Pills, grade 1 Holy pills, or even grade 2 Mardakan pills, they would benefit the sentinels protecting the city… and if words get out to Dragonland’s capital…” Liang Xuan said

“Any nearby platoon will rush all the way down here and use the city as a base or even protect it… the benefits to this would be immense, the sentinels would get proper training, the safety of the town will exponentially increase, and more importantly, commerce will re-start with a boom!” Su Chen said excitedly

“And so does the risk to the city… I can see that you have a plan, but… the risk…” said Yao Chen

“No risk, no reward,” said Liang Xuan, stating the old Chen household motto

Yao Chen looked around and then said

“Even if I wanted to help, my pill furnace is damaged, and the only way to fix it is for a master blacksmith to amended it, there are none here in town,” Yao Chen

“Let us worry about that… but, if we can fix your furnace…” Wu Mei said as she took the furnace and placed it into one of her pearls.

There was a moment of silence as Su Chen and Yao Chen exchanged glances, weighing the risks against the potential rewards. Finally, Yao Chen let out a deep breath, "Give me some time to think it over. It's not an easy decision."

Wu Mei nodded, placing a comforting hand on Yao Chen's arm. "Take all the time you need. We understand."

With that, Liang Xuan and Wu Mei left the bakery, the weight of their mission heavier than before, but with a glimmer of hope that they might just be able to rally the town together.

“Do you think he’ll say yes?” asked Liang Xuan

“Pill refiners are prideful, which usually makes them want to be refining pills 24/7… but, at the moment, refining pills in a town so close to the battlefield with little to no protection… it paints a massive target on your back,” Wu Mei said as they walked away.

The streets of Guilvons were now bathed in the orange and purple hues of the setting sun. The day had been eventful, and while the previous meeting hadn’t provided the immediate support they’d hoped for, Wu Mei and Liang Xuan remained steadfast. Their next contact was Zhen Tao, a young man known for his resourcefulness. Unfortunately, the duo couldn't locate him at his usual spots.

"We'll find him at the tea house," Wu Mei remarked, adjusting the shawl around her shoulders. "His mother, Ling Hua, owns it. If anyone knows where he is, it's her."

Upon entering the tea house, they were met with the fragrant aroma of brewed tea leaves and an atmosphere of serenity. Soft traditional music played in the background, and the patrons whispered to each other as they enjoyed their beverages.

Ling Hua, a slender, graceful woman with a crown of neatly braided hair, was attending to a customer. Recognizing Wu Mei, she approached with a warm smile. "Ah, Wu Mei! It's been ages. What brings you to my humble abode?"

Wu Mei gestured to Liang Xuan. "This is my grandson, Liang Xuan."

Ling Hua's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Liang Xuan? But... how?" Her gaze traveled from Wu Mei to Liang Xuan, searching for answers. "I didn’t even know you had a grandson.”

Clearing his throat, Liang Xuan nodded, "It's a long story, ma'am. But we're here looking for Zhen Tao. Have you seen him?"

Ling Hua's face shifted to one of mild concern. "I haven't since this morning. He left to patrol the borders. He's taken it upon himself to watch out for any signs of Tall Tale practitioners in the area."

Liang Xuan and Wu Mei exchanged worried glances. With the increasing activities of the Tall Tale practitioners, patrols were dangerous, even for someone as skilled as Zhen Tao.

"He usually comes back by evening," Ling Hua added, noticing their expressions. "But with everything going on, there's no telling when he'll be back."

Wu Mei sighed, "We had hoped to discuss something important with him."

Ling Hua's eyes narrowed, sensing the urgency. "If it's really important, I can try to send someone to locate him."

Liang Xuan shook his head, "We don't want to cause any unnecessary risks. We'll return in the morning. Hopefully, he'll be back by then."

The older woman nodded. "Very well. Do visit again. I'll ensure he gets the message."

Wu Mei gave her a grateful nod. "Thank you, Ling Hua. We'll be back."

As they left the tea house, the weight of their mission was palpable between them. Every hour that passed was crucial, but they were determined not to lose hope. They had to believe that, together, the community could rise against the looming threats and rebuild a legacy that had been disrupted by the war.

“Ok, this isn’t good, but it’s not bad either… but we are losing time,” Wu Mei said as she started to get concerned believing that the game was going to start migrating to avoid the war and to get a head start on winter.

“Everything is going to be alright,” Liang Xuan said as they both came to a stop in the town square

“Say, dear, are you hungry?” asked Wu Mei

“Yes, ma’am,” Liang Xuan said

“Wait here, I’ll go get us something to eat,” Wu Mei said as she smelled her favorite noodle soup in the air.

“Damn it… so far we’ve only gotten a maybe from the other factors for the re-opening… and now, there is no sign of Zhen Tao… at this point, he could be anywhere, granted Guilvons isn’t exactly massive, but, it takes a couple of hours to walk from the East gate to the West Gate… what do we do now?” Liang Xuan said as he looked up and noticed a group of sentries re-entering the town square.

Liang Xuan was about to ask them if they knew where Zhen Tao was, but he thought about it, and they would more than likely say they hadn’t seen him… just as he was going to sit back down, he noticed their armors… they seemed new… brand new… and their weapons, they were well taken care of and sharpen… the job of a professional, something any of them was.

“Odd… where are they getting this armor? It is too new to be in the family for centuries, and according to grandmother, the blacksmith died 3 years ago… Zhen Tao must be behind this! He must have a secret forge somewhere… but where?” Liang Xuan thought as he looked back on his trip to Guilvons, and then a memory came into his mind “The Cave… it has to be there,” he said as Wu Mei returned with 2 bowls of noodles

“What has to be there?” asked Wu Mei as she handed the noodles to Liang Xuan

Liang Xuan then explained everything to Wu Mei

“Well… it is definitely a possibility… let's finish lunch first and let's go take a look, ok,” Wu Mei said earning a nod from Liang Xuan as they both ate the noodles happily while talking about what they were going to be selling in the emporium.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

Liang Xuan's brisk pace had Wu Mei working hard to keep up, her years not weighing her down as they might others, thanks to her rigorous life as a huntress. "Slow down, Xuan. Where are you leading us?”

He pointed to a faint path diverging from the main road. “The cave is somewhere around here"

Wu Mei squinted at the trail. Overgrown with weeds and foliage, it bore the evidence of disuse but also signs that someone had been trying to keep its existence a secret.

The pair carefully trod the path, the chirping of the crickets and the distant hoots of an owl being the only sounds breaking the silence. As they drew closer, the mouth of the cave began to take form in the dim light, shadows making it look more foreboding.

Liang Xuan hesitated at the entrance, his ears picking up the faint rhythmic sounds of hammering. It was faint, but it was definitely there. "There's someone inside," he whispered.

Wu Mei nodded, motioning for him to stay close and be cautious. As they ventured further in, the temperature dropped. The walls of the cave were lined with soot, and the further they went, the clearer the sound became.

Finally, they stumbled upon a vast underground chamber. It was aglow with the orange hues of multiple forges, revealing an impressive hidden smithy. Skilled artisans were engrossed in their work, crafting weapons and armor, while others were handling raw materials, fanning the flames, or cooling freshly made swords in water troughs.

Wu Mei's eyes widened in awe. "This is... incredible!"

Liang Xuan nodded in agreement, his earlier apprehension fading away. "It seems the town has been preparing in its own way for any potential threats."

Just then, a tall man covering his face and body with a cloak approached them, his eyes sharp and questioning. "Who are you and what brings you to our secret forge?"

"We're seeking your help," Wu Mei began, stepping forward. "The war has affected everyone, and we have an idea to help the town."

The man, sizing them up, seemed to recognize Wu Mei. "You're the huntress, aren't you? And this must be..."

"My grandson, Liang Xuan," Wu Mei replied, pulling Liang Xuan forward. "We believe that together, we can bring prosperity back to Guilvons."

Wu Mei then squinted her eyes and said

“Drop the act Zhen Tao, I know it is you,”

Zhen Tao's charade of mystery faded away, replaced with a sheepish smile. Wu Mei's keen eyes noticed the similar features in him that resembled Ling Hua, his mother.

"Zhen Tao, why the dramatic introduction? You had us thinking this was some secret rebel base," Wu Mei remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Zhen Tao scratched the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. "Well, with the current state of things, we thought it best to keep the forge a secret. It's become Guilvons' hidden strength."

Liang Xuan, still processing the discovery, said, "This place... it's like an underground fortress."

"Indeed," Zhen Tao replied. "After the war started, some of the villagers foresaw the need for protection. But instead of running or hiding, they decided to prepare. This forge was born out of that foresight."

Wu Mei, observing the artisans at work, commented, "And you've been leading them?"

"In a way," Zhen Tao admitted. "My mother didn't want me joining the army, but she couldn't stop me from helping in my own way. I've been learning from some of the best blacksmiths who've taken refuge here. We've been producing weapons and armor, not only for Guilvons but also for nearby settlements."

Liang Xuan nodded, impressed. "This could be the very thing we need to bolster our plans for the emporium. With the right resources, especially with the ones from Phosphorus Woods, we could make equipment and artifacts that are unparalleled."

Wu Mei smiled, placing a hand on Liang Xuan's shoulder. "You've got a sharp mind, Xuan. And with Zhen Tao's expertise in forging, we might just turn the tides for Guilvons."

Zhen Tao, warmed by the acknowledgment, agreed. "We have the skills and the facility. What we need now are resources and a market."

The atmosphere in the hidden forge was thick with the smell of molten metal and the distant sound of hammers beating rhythmically. Wu Mei cleared her throat, capturing Zhen Tao's attention as he was instructing a junior smith.

"Zhen Tao," she began, her voice firm and clear, "we have a particular task in mind, something that's imperative to our cause."

He arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?"

"A pill furnace. It's been damaged and needs repair. It's crucial for our plans at the emporium," she explained.

Zhen Tao's eyes widened in recognition. "A pill furnace is not a simple piece of equipment. Its construction is intricate, and designed to handle very specific temperatures and pressures. Repairing one... it's complex… not to mention, making a new one takes forever,”

Wu Mei nodded, understanding the gravity of the task. "I know. But we don't have the luxury to procure a new one, especially not in these times."

Zhen Tao stroked his chin thoughtfully, "It's not impossible, though. We have some of the finest blacksmiths here, some who've had experience with delicate artifacts. Let me talk to them."

"You think one of them might have the expertise?" Liang Xuan chimed in, hope evident in his eyes.

"There's a chance," Zhen Tao replied, cautiously optimistic. "A couple of blacksmiths here used to work in the capital, crafting and repairing instruments for esteemed alchemists. If anyone can do it, they can."

Wu Mei smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Zhen Tao. This means a lot to us."

"Just give me some time," Zhen Tao said, waving them off as he moved deeper into the forge, shouting for two specific smiths by name.

Liang Xuan turned to his grandmother, "Do you think it'll work?"

Wu Mei looked at the bustling forge, filled with skilled artisans working diligently. "If there's any place in Guilvons that can bring our furnace back to life, it's here."

Zhen Tao wasn't gone for long. Within minutes, he returned, flanked by two burly blacksmiths. Both had streaks of soot on their faces, and the bright glow of the forge illuminated their serious expressions.

"Meet Lang Feng and Xi Bo," Zhen Tao gestured to the men on his left and right respectively. "They're among the best blacksmiths here, and both have had experience in repairing delicate instruments like pill furnaces."

Lang Feng, a taller man with a scar running down his left cheek, stepped forward. "Zhen Tao briefed us about your furnace. While it's been a while since I worked on one, with the right tools and materials, I believe we can fix it."

Xi Bo nodded in agreement. "It's a challenging task, but not impossible. Do you have the furnace with you?"

Wu Mei reached into her bag, carefully retrieving the pill furnace and placing it on a nearby table. The two blacksmiths approached, scrutinizing it, pointing out cracks, and discussing potential methods of repair.

After a few moments, Xi Bo looked up, "It's in better condition than I expected. Most of the damage seems external, which is good news… however, it seems someone tried to do a level 6 God pill in this… overcooked the inside as well"

“Can you fix it?” asked Wu Mei

Lang Feng chuckled, "With the right materials and a bit of time, we can get this up and running."

Zhen Tao smiled, turning to Wu Mei and Liang Xuan. "See? I told you coming here would be worth it."

Wu Mei's eyes twinkled with relief. "Thank you, Zhen Tao. And thank you, Lang Feng, and Xi Bo. This furnace is crucial for our plans."

Liang Xuan grinned, excitement bubbling up. "This is great news! How long do you think it will take?"

Lang Feng scratched his chin, "This is a very particular furnace, most of them are made out of metal and iron, with the once made out of copper or silver, being rare, but this one is made out of Gold, it is a treasure item… given the intricacies of the furnace and the materials required, I'd say about 3 months"

Xi Bo added, "We'll prioritize this. Considering the urgency, we'll work around the clock."

Zhen Tao clapped Liang Xuan on the back. "Things are looking up. With the furnace repaired, the emporium's reopening might just be a grand success."

Wu Mei smiled warmly. "It's a start and a good one at that."

“Let’s discuss payment,” said Liang Xuan

This caught all of them by surprise

“What do you suggest?” said Xi Bo

“Why don’t I give you a 50% off out of any purchase at the emporium for life?” said Wu Mei

“Deal,” Lang Feng said

“Really?” asked Wu Mei

“Yeah, I remember your emporium back in the day, the only reason I was so good of a blacksmith was because of the items that were bought at the emporium, We know that the Phosporos woods are one of the best for getting smithing equipment, so… it seems fair,” Lang Feng said

“Ok, then,” Wu Mei said as Xi Bo and Lang Feng took the furnace

“Thanks for your help Zhen Tao,” Wu mei said

“Don’t mention it, but I really hope you don’t forget to bring us some good material for better weapons,” Zhen Tao said

Liang Xuan grinned. "You can consider it done,"

As the trio cemented their plans for the future, the fires of the forge seemed to burn even brighter, casting a golden hue on their hopeful faces.

The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden hue over Guilvons. The previously bustling streets were now calming down, with most residents making their way home. Wu Mei and Liang Xuan made their way towards the bakery with the intent of sharing their good news, hoping to perhaps change the Chen family's perspective on their endeavor.

As they neared the bakery, Yao Chen, with his apron still on, was outside the storefront, setting up for the evening bread sale. His eyes lit up upon seeing them, but there was a hint of curiosity as he hadn't expected them back so soon.

"Wu Mei, Liang Xuan!" Yao Chen called out. "You two seem in brighter spirits. Good news, I presume?"

Wu Mei nodded, her face alight with excitement. "Indeed, Yao Chen. We've found someone who can fix the pill furnace. The best blacksmiths in town have taken up the challenge."

Yao Chen raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised. "There are blacksmiths in this town?"

“Yes, Zhen Tao has helped some blacksmith set up a secret forge near the town, where many displaced blacksmiths come to work and help the frontlines, among them, there were some that knew how to fix the furnace,” Wu Mei said

“And they agreed?” asked Yao Chen

Liang Xuan chimed in, "Not only did they agree, but they also promised to prioritize it. We might have the furnace ready in about 3 months, if not earlier."

Yao Chen looked thoughtful, "That's impressive. If the furnace is fixed, then the rare ingredients from the Phosphorus Woods will have immense value, especially during these times."

Wu Mei nodded, "Precisely. With the furnace, we can start producing the essential pills. It's a ray of hope, Yao Chen. We need all the help we can get to ensure its success."

There was a pause, the weight of the situation sinking in. Yao Chen sighed, "I've been thinking about our earlier conversation, and perhaps I was too hasty. My father and I can help with some of the initial resources. We can also spread the word once the emporium reopens."

Liang Xuan's eyes shone with gratitude. "That means a lot, Yao Chen. We're trying to rebuild something meaningful, not just for us but for Guilvons."

Yao Chen nodded, extending his hand. "Let's do this together. For the future of our town."

As hands clasped in agreement, the bond between old friends and new allies was further cemented, with the dream of reviving the town's legacy now within reach.

“Well, we better head out, and start collecting the materials and resources needed,” Wu Mei said

“Well, we’ll be here ready to start as soon as you guys come back,” said Yao Chen

“Once again, thank you,” Wu Mei said as she and Liang Xuan walked away towards the Eastern gate, which connected with the Phosporus woods, a smile in their faces and determination in their hearts.