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In a quiet courtyard, steam rises, and an old craft breathes in clay jars sealed by time. Kai pauses, not to fight, but to taste.
Under the guidance of a master artisan Liu Xiumin, he lifts a small bowl. A sharp aroma, a lingering depth. Something ancient passes his lips, and something within him shifts.
After miles of running, even heroes grow hungry.
In a quiet courtyard, steam rises, and an old craft breathes in clay jars sealed by time. Kai pauses, not to fight, but to taste.
Under the guidance of a master artisan Liu Xiumin, he lifts a small bowl. A sharp aroma, a lingering depth. Something ancient passes his lips, and something within him shifts.
Is this the element he has been searching for?