Jason, Lina, Shen, and Liang traversed the bustling streets of the sect, their steps hurried and purposeful. Their hearts throbbed with anxiety, burdened by the weight of what had just transpired in the outer sect arena. Michael, their dear friend and Master Yi's legacy disciple, now languished in the dark depths of the sect dungeon, a captive of sinister machinations.
The grand entrance of the alchemy division loomed before them, adorned with intricate alchemical symbols that whispered ancient secrets. As they approached, an imposing figure materialized, his presence commanding attention. It was Master Yi, who had coincidentally run into them. He was humming a merry tune, seemingly oblivious to the current situation.
Recognising Jason and seeing his pale look, Master Yi's face stiffened as the group approached, his eyes fixed upon them with unwavering focus. "Start from the beginning," he commanded in a tone devoid of emotion, his voice carrying an eerie stillness.
