The problems within the Alchemy Commission were not created overnight, nor would they be solved as quickly. Be it the fake platitudes of the Preceptors, the constant smoke and mirrors of the Alchemy Commission healers or conflicts with other departments, her worries were endless. She would have to use huge quantities of incense in order to keep her mind steady.

"Don't get mad, don't be hasty, if I get sick then who'll replace me..."

The Cauldron Master would smile through gritted teeth as she read through reports that made her despair and massaged her temples for comfort.

The waves sounded outside her window. Lingsha watched the rising and falling of the ocean. The young girl whose face used to get blackened by the exploding elixir crucible is now a grown woman, drowning in work and petty squabbles.

A knock snapped her out of her musing. A new problem has arose, it seems. In a crashed cargo of the IPC that was supposed to only pass by Luofu, a young dragon awakened. It took several swordmasters to subdue it. Despite the IPC's demand to hand the dragon back to them, according to the law of Xianzhou, the IPC must compensate for the damage caused before further negotiation. While the discussion is currently still on-going without a conclusion, Lingsha is instructed to study the outlandish beast.

"Hello, my massive relative."

In the deepest part of Shackling Prison, held the subdued dragon. Lingsha ran her fingers on its scaly body. Smooth, white, the wings and tail strong and agile. Elegant. Aesthetically pleasing in contrast to its fierce nature.

"Your scales reflect glints of Permanence. What a majestic descendants of Long you are."