Ye Yang bowed, even he himself surprised to have achieved the unimaginable feat.
He had been accepted into the Alchemy Tower, a place of legends, and recognized as a prodigy.
But the memory of the Fire Demon still lingered, a chilling reminder of the dangers of blind trust. He would be vigilant, observe carefully, and never let his guard down.
Later that day, the Chief Alchemist summoned Ye Yang to his private chamber.
The room was a testament to the Chief's dedication, filled with shelves overflowing with ancient scrolls, rare herbs, and intricate alchemical tools.
Several other senior alchemists, their faces etched with years of study and contemplation, sat around a low table.
The Chief Alchemist, his expression grave, gestured for Ye Yang to join them. "Ye Yang," he began, his voice a low rumble, "I have a task for you, a task of immense importance."
