The days of old were like this piece of gold being scorched in the flame; no matter how much energy you put into intensifying the fire, it could not be truly refined.
Kuyi Tulan spoke as if discussing a very ordinary matter. The winter weather was still cold, and the CRACKLING flames in the fireplace failed to provide much warmth to the tavern.
The weather was cold, but the atmosphere within the tavern was even colder.
It seemed as if Kuyi Tulan's storytelling held some enchanting power, drawing everyone in the tavern to listen attentively.
No one knew why. Even Carmello, Hector, and others from the Alchemy Workshop were fully alert, all desperate to hear about the Chief's unique past.
