Shimmer Stone

Then, everything went black.

When Wuxie opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar place—the warm, comforting interior of Master Fu's house. The scent of incense and herbs filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the tea that Master Fu always seemed to have brewing.

Pushing himself up from the bed where he had apparently been resting, Wuxie felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The room seemed to spin for a moment before gradually coming into focus. He blinked rapidly, taking in the familiar surroundings of Master Fu's cozy house.

His eyes fell upon the figure of Master Fu, who was sitting at a small table near the window, calmly slurping noodles from a steaming bowl. The savory aroma of the noodles wafted through the air, making Wuxie's stomach growl in response.

"So you are finally awake," Master Fu said, his voice calm and steady, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I was beginning to think you might sleep through the entire year."