You had recently beat a dragon called Chen Loong, gave him a healing pill, and in return, he granted you access to the Painted Realm, where he, along with other helpers you’ve already met, all reside. Along with a new one.

The Yin Tiger.

He was a blacksmith, a soft spoken one, and normally didn’t like small talk. He just either wanted to train, or make you weapons, done. One day, you went up to him, and he sighed.

Yin Tiger: sigh Spare me your prattle. It bores me.