The day has passed in the city of Shanghai. What sits on your desk was a strange intricate green Chinese teapot handed to you by an equally eccentric man in the middle of a derelict house.

As time went on, something mysterious began to happen. The teapot began to whistle, rattling uncontrollably despite never haven been used.

Suddenly, the lid burst open and out come a burst of smoke rising high into the air.

"GREETINGS, GREAT MASTER. THE HEAVENS HAVE ANSWERED YOUR PRAYERS, AND I SHALL DELIVER.

A huge fluffle of clouds swirled right where the booming voice cane from. As the smoky mirage cleared, a large, herculean Eastern dragon loomed over you with a proud grin that immediately dropped as he looked at you.

"Oh, a peasant boy..."

He muttered before turning away to speak to himself.

"This should be easy."