Two days later. Ta Kong Temple.
"Since it is a matter entrusted by Mr. Zhao, I shall of course do my utmost."
The hands of Wuwei Sanzang stayed submerged in the murky, cold white water for a good while before he took them out. As he spoke, he began to knead the raw material onto the plate.
"My surname is Li, Li Yan. We met in Luoyang last time. I haven't had the opportunity to ask for The Master's name."
"Fire Treasure."
Wuwei Sanzang, or rather Fire Treasure Monk, answered with a smile.
"You just wait for me."
The Fire Treasure Monk was wearing a russet monk's robe, but the majority of his arm was still exposed to the air. Although it was the afternoon, it was already very cold in the courtyard, and while they spoke, they could even see their breath.
Three hours passed by, with Li Yan sitting opposite the Fire Treasure Monk. He watched as the monk mixed various colored oils, eventually shaping a softly clustered oil pastry flower that transitioned from red to white.
