Somewhere in a Tianshi Bureau workshop, Lin Qingyan stares at the blueprints, silent in thought. 'There's no arts device that you want to make?' her senior disciple finally asks. '...When I mentioned wanting to go down the mountain for a travel, Master sent me here first, but he didn't specify what type of item I should make. At first I thought, 'Does he think I'm too impatient? Has he sent me to craft some intricate device to still my restlessness and temper my character?' But arts devices are ultimately just tools that people use. Whether I temper my character or not is my own decision. The question I should be asking is, 'What do I want?'' She examines the blueprints one by one. From swords to staves, each blueprint is a crystallization of the Tianshi Bureau's thousand years of wisdom, dazzling in its brilliance. To call any one of them 'useless' would be the height of arrogance. But which one is Lin Qingyan truly seeking in this moment? Her gaze falls on a dusty pile of discarded scraps in the corner. 'It was originally a portable device preloaded with Originium Arts, and it fit well enough at the waist, but its performance was disappointing. Lin, you are already at the level where lightning answers your call. Making a special device to hold it is unnecessary, isn't it?' A device that holds lightning... Something stirs in her. She picks up a piece of scrap and examines it. After a moment's thought, she asks her senior disciple for the blueprint, sits down, and calmly begins assembling the abandoned device. Several days later, Lin Qingyan bids her master farewell and prepares to set off down the mountain. A small coffer hangs at her waist, filled with sharp, crackling light. When her master asks her about it, she replies: 'As a child, I trained diligently so that heaven's lightning might split the darkness of the long night. But now, I've learned that there are rights and there are wrongs on this land. There are laws, and there are human emotions. Lightning might answer my call, yet there are times when it is forbidden, times when it ought not come, and times when it may come but need not. Judgment of right and wrong lies in a single human thought. So I keep this coffer to store the lightning that is summoned in those moments, so that it may spark self-reflection.' With that, she bows deeply and starts down the mountain.