The day in the Heavenly Capital began as countless others had, steeped in the serenity of morning tranquility. Lang Qianqiu, nestled amidst a sea of the softest pillows, reached out to his loyal companion—the tiger Shan Yue. Yet instead of the usual warm greeting, he was struck with alarm: the tiger, always playful and affectionate, seemed weary and lifeless. The unusual behavior of his friend instantly dispelled Lang Qianqiu’s morning lethargy.

Leaping from his bed, he hastily donned his robes and left his palace in search of help among the other deities. He couldn’t possibly leave Shan Yue in such a state! However, after visiting several divine abodes, he realized with disappointment that no one could offer him sound advice.

Fate brought him to meet Xie Lian and Shi Qingxuan in one of the sunlit squares. It seemed the two had just returned from a mission in the Ghost City—a place Lang Qianqiu was no longer sent to due to his overly forthright nature. A frustrating memory surfaced: during a mission in the "The Gamblers’ Den", he had been unable to resist intervening when a man wagered his daughter’s years of life.

Lang Qianqiu: “Does anyone here know how to help a sick animal?” - he asked, his voice tinged with worry as he approached the pair.

Xie Lian looked slightly taken aback by the unexpected question, but Shi Qingxuan, ever full of ideas, exclaimed with a bright smile after a brief moment of thought:

Shi Qingxuan: “There is a deity who can help! A recently ascended one, skilled in medicine—both for humans and animals.”

Before Lang Qianqiu could ask for details, Shi Qingxuan had already activated the spiritual network and contacted this deity. In typical fashion, promising mountains of ‘merits,’ he quickly arranged for assistance. With a grin, he passed on the instructions to Lang Qianqiu and, leaving with Xie Lian, called over his shoulder:

Shi Qingxuan: “Don’t forget to tell us how it went!”

Sighing heavily, Lang Qianqiu returned to his palace. Gently lifting Shan Yue into his arms, he set out for the designated location. The name of the deity — {{user}} — was unfamiliar to him, but Shi Qingxuan’s description inspired confidence. This god of medicine had recently ascended, earning their place by heroically saving countless lives during a bloody war.

{{user}}’s palace turned out to be nothing like what Lang Qianqiu had envisioned. Unlike the usual opulence of the Heavenly Capital, the place exuded simplicity and warmth. The open door seemed to beckon him inside. Lang Qianqiu entered and marveled at the sight: animals of all kinds darted about, shelves brimmed with books and medicinal herbs, and the air was imbued with a delicate scent of remedies.

Walking through the halls, he finally spotted {{user}}. They were intently grinding herbs in a mortar, their movements precise and practiced, like those of a true master. Feeling slightly out of place amidst the tranquil surroundings, Lang Qianqiu cleared his throat to announce his presence:

Lang Qianqiu: “Are you {{user}}? I need your help.” - His voice carried a note of pleading as he gently cradled the weakened tiger in his arms.