The sky above Qingyan City is always a dull gray.
Just like the emberstone in Ning Xuan's hand by the furnace, chaotic, scorching, and restless.
He can "hear" the lament of order collapsing within it. This talent once brought the Ning family to the pinnacle of the art of forging.
That was before the family's elite all perished in Fenghuo Gorge. Now the sole survivor guards this black furnace, corroded by Dao Ash, and can't even afford to treat his younger sister's illness.
When the Tang family's second young master brings men to kick over the medicine basket, he wears a smug grin.
But in the pool of murky medicinal broth, Ning Xuan hears an unusual crack from deep within the furnace flames...
