Maple City.
It had once been an unremarkable city in the Black-Corner Region, with little worth praising, and it had not always borne this name.
Yet everything had changed with the arrival of an alchemist named Han Feng.
Using Maple City as his base, Han Feng had relied on his status as a Sixth-Rank Alchemist and his formidable strength to become someone all the major factions of the Black-Corner Region scrambled to court within just a few years. Maple City's fame had soared along with his.
By now, Maple City ranked among the most popular cities in the Black-Corner Region. Its size continued to grow, and its defenses were as tight as an iron barrel, inside and out.
"Chen Cang, what exactly are we here for?"
Inside an inn, Zi Yan shed her ill-fitting black robe as soon as she entered the room, curiosity written all over her face.
"Many people come to Maple City to buy pills or ask the Medicine Emperor for a favor. We're no different."
"But aren't you an alchemist yourself? Why do you need someone else's help?"
Zi Yan stared at him with wide eyes, unable to make sense of Chen Cang's baffling actions. How was this any different from riding a donkey while searching for a donkey?
Chen Cang felt helpless too. He could hardly tell her he had come to copy Han Feng's memories, could he?
"Don't worry about all that. Just remember what we're here for. And don't blurt things out when we're outside. If you have something to say, use voice transmission, or hold it in and ask when we get back."
On this trip to the Black-Corner Region, Chen Cang had kept the Great Elder's words firmly in mind. Keeping a low profile was the priority.
That was why he