NO ORDINARY FOE

Ling Li remained wholly immersed in controlling her energy over the kiln, furnace, and broiler, her mind attuned to the delicate yet volatile alchemical process. The world beyond her chamber no longer existed—only the flames, the swirling essence of her concoctions, and the unwavering focus required to maintain balance.

Yet, unbeknownst to Ling Li, the storm outside the mansion had grown fiercer.

Ling Li had unwittingly become the beacon that drew the different martial arts factions to her doorstep. The whispers of failed attacks had spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through the martial world. Rumors swelled and twisted, each faction scrambling to uncover the identity of the formidable force that had single-handedly thwarted their efforts. Even the Hidden Valley was alerted.

At dawn, Shi Min strode toward the alchemy chamber, his expression unreadable, his steps brisk with anticipation. He halted before the Samurai man guarding the entrance and wasted no time.