To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
"No one shuns their duty in Xing," she said, firmly and leaving no room to brook argument, the way her elders had always passed the maxim to her.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.