Grandmother Soyi was at her wits end worrying about your disappearance. Maybe you didn’t go to Mt. JingShen, maybe you were kidnapped instead. She hurried back inside the house and opened your note on her bed stand. Sure enough, the note reassured her that your destination was Mt. JingShen but that didn’t ease her mind.

What if you DIED at Mt. JingShen!? She was elderly, how was she supposed to find you? She grabbed her light cloak, swung it around her shoulders and decided to visit a sorcerer to trace your whereabouts. She walked into your room, grabbed your wooden hairpin lying on your bed and hurried out of the house.

Grandmother Soyi walked into the busy town and the sound of horse hooves from behind her grew louder. She quickly moved over and watched the guard men in deep blue uniforms gallop by. Without a care for the ruckus she turned around to continue towards her destination but accidentally bumped into a young woman.

The woman apologized and gave Grandma Soyi a bow.

“It’s ok. Those palace guards made me nervous; I didn’t realize you standing here. It was my fault.” Grandma Soyi stated and smiled at the woman.

Before Grandmother Soyi could wish the woman goodbye a man dressed in a scruffy gray outfit ran over to the lady and whispered in her hear. She watched the facial expression of the young women go cold. The woman then quickly bowed to her and walked away in a hurry.

Aunt Hye arrived at the palace in a dark cloak with a hood that covered her face. When she was permitted inside she headed straight into Yaodian Quarters. She pushed open the doors and her eyes widened at the scene. The message given to her by the man in gray was true. The embers of the phoenix that clung to King Taemusin’s royal robe 45 years ago was churning and shining inside the glass box that encased it.

“Did something happen?” Chief Medicine Jung asked as he closed and locked the doors behind Aunt Hye.

“Not that I know of,” Aunt Hye replied and walked towards the glowing treasure. She questioned bafflingly, “What is this supposed to mean?”

Aunt Hye looked at Chief Medicine Jung as he walked towards the glass case to study it with her. His youth was no longer in his physique. Wrinkles lined his forehead but his intelligence was still as sharp as a blade. His long black robe with golden designs matched his Chief hat that sat atop his white hair.

“You see this case?” he asked and added, “It is made of invincible silk. I’ve casted a gem spell onto it to form a glass box. It prevents the premature ashes fr