The Unexpected Guest

Lan Su sat in his workshop, surrounded by blueprints and various contraptions he had been working on. He had been so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Suddenly, the door to his workshop burst open, and a man stumbled in, breathing heavily.

"Lan Su," the man gasped. "You have to help me."

Lan Su recognized the man as one of his acquaintances from the Murim world. "What's wrong?" he asked, setting aside his work and standing up.

"It's the Fang clan," the man said, fear etched on his face. "They're after me."

Lan Su's eyebrows furrowed. "Why are they after you?"

"I stole something from them," the man admitted, looking ashamed.

Lan Su sighed. "You know I can't get involved in clan matters."

"I know, I know," the man said, nodding frantically. "But you're an inventor, right? Can't you create something to help me escape?"

Lan Su thought for a moment. He had never created anything specifically for escaping, but he did have an idea. "Wait here," he said, disappearing into the back of the workshop.

A few minutes later, he emerged holding what looked like a metal rod. "This is a grappling hook," he explained, holding it out to the man. "It will allow you to climb up walls and escape easily."

The man took the grappling hook, looking both relieved and grateful. "Thank you so much, Lan Su," he said. "I owe you one."

Lan Su nodded. "Just be careful," he warned.

The man nodded, then hurried out of the workshop, clutching the grappling hook tightly.

Lan Su sighed, returning to his work. He couldn't get involved in clan matters, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards those in the Murim world. As he went back to his work, he couldn't help but wonder what other problems he would be called upon to solve in the future.