Han Yu didn't know what secrets this strange, nonsensical manual held — but even if it ended up as little more than a curiosity, it was something new. Something odd.
And in his experience, the odd things were the ones that often hid the real treasures.
Han Yu returned to the quiet comfort of his inn just as the sun was beginning to set behind the stone-tiled rooftops of Wujin City.
The bustle of the streets outside faded as he shut the door behind him, muffling the sounds of passing vendors and distant chatter. Inside the modest room he had rented, the wooden floors creaked faintly underfoot, and a warm lantern glow filled the space with soft light.
He sat down on the bed, pulled the strange old book from his robes, and placed it carefully before him.
Secrets of the Needle Finger Alchemist.
"Probs someone of the same breed as Li Mei." Han Yu laughed.
