Q\A Answers!

Ai: Sorry for my curiosity, but Long Chen seems to be infatuated with you the moment you two have met, and yet, you don't look like you enjoy his company and I was wondering why is that?

“It’s not that I don’t enjoy his company,” Ai answers, looking unsure and hesitant, “My relationship with Brother Chen is… complicated. I owe him my life, and not just once, but I also know what he’s after. You can consider him a good friend of mine – he’s honest, straightforward and brave. In a place full of cruelty and deceit, his presence often serves as light amidst the darkness.”

Ai: I'm sorry if this comes out as insensitive, and if it makes you uncomfortable you don't have to answer, but how exactly did you know that you possess your Physique?

“There are…” Ai gulps, not sure whether she should continue or not, “Marks on my body, hidden by my robes. I’ve always had them, ever since I was born, but it was only after meeting Brother Chen that I realized their meaning.”

Jing Guo: Since we are business partners now, I was wondering why is that you want to open your own restaurant so much, and why restaurant specifically? Don't get me wrong, is just that most martial artists I know are busy developing their personal power, but you don't seem to be interested in those things.

“Why bother doing something in which you won’t excel?” Jing Guo replies, letting out an exhausted sigh, “I know myself well. I may have the talent on paper, but I don’t have the will. I can’t endure the harsh training, I can’t live the life of blood and struggle. Is it too much, to ask for peace? To ask for comfort?”

“As for why the restaurant… I like food and drinks. I’m good at doing business. Put those two factors together, and a dream is formed.”

Mei Mei: What is it you desire more than all else? Whether it be something tangible like wealth or abstract like happiness; if you could make any one thing happen or gain any one thing you wished, what is it you would choose?

Mei Mei tucks a strand of her hair behind the ear and looks down, embarrassed.

“I… I don’t have any wishes, besides good health and long lives for those I care for…”

Mei Mei: I had a discussion with Long Chen. Care to guess what he told me? Of course, I already knew what I was getting into with you. I didn't tell him about the bomb, but if someone more "moral" were in my place right now.. you'd be in deep shit.

Mei Mei grins, her smile a dazzling sight, and puts her hand on your shoulder.

“I only told you about this matter because I trusted you. I’m a good judge of character, you know.”

Tang Ruo: Brother Ruo, what do you think about the Alchemist Elders Student? He Mei.

Tang Ruo looks at you, unsure.

“Who?”

Tang Ruo: Were all the guys you fought in the arena as pathetic as that guy whose arm you cut off? And I don't mean their physical strength and talent, more like, were they quaking in their boots too? Has any of them had the spirit to not try to back out?

“It’s only natural to waver in my presence,” Tang Ruo answers, nonchalant, “Those who are inferior must bow to the royal blood. I don’t blame them for their cowardice, for it is but the way of our world.”

Xiong Mao: You said I am a few thousands years too young to fool you. Just how old are you?

“Too old and tired to answer such questions.”

I imagine it must be a troubling time for you to remember, with your Lord breaking your bond, but what was the Empire like when you last saw it?

“A land of Nine Celestials, all equal except for one. Don’t tell me, has something changed? Lord would be beyond furious, if one of the lineages disappeared.”

Wu Chao: Can you tell us about your wife? What kind of person was she?

Your question startles your father, his expression displaying his shock.

“I never had a wife, what nonsense are you saying, you little brat? I told you to not indulge in alcohol, didn’t I?” he scolds you, apparently hostile and yet… there’s a sad, regretful undertone present in his booming voice.

Wu Chao: Father I have met many different members of the other great clans since I’ve arrived at the sect. However, besides the two of us I have not even heard word of another living member of the Wu Clan who shares our last name. How is this possible? Certainly we can’t be the last two surviving members of our clan. And I also find very strange that I am your only offspring legitimate or otherwise despite your known history for sexual escapades

“You are my only child,” Wu Chao answers, sounding both proud and upset, “The Heavens blessed me in many ways, but, in this matter, I can be considered cursed. There are some members of our clan, of course, but none with the relation fit to bear the surname.”

Yang Chen: What are the origins of danger zones? Did they exist before the appearance of the living god?

Yang Chen, sitting on a futon in a room full of burning incense, strokes his long, floor-length beard.

“Origin is not a word one should use lightly, little one,” he says, sagely, “If you chase after the birth of something so grand... your feeble mind would collapse, unable to withstand the boundlessness of the searched for knowledge. Don’t try to unweave the strings of fate you have no business touching.”

Dragon Taming Emperor: What is your opinion on the Wu clan? Why have you shown them such mercy?

“A disgrace,” Tang Yichen replies your to first question. He doesn’t elaborate, perhaps seeing no need to or finding you unworthy of his time, instead moving the next one, “And I have shown no mercy, merely upheld the laws of old.”