Before his words faded amidst the crackling fire, the prince waved his palm. Five sparkling minerals and three blocks of wood releasing dense vigor-filled fragrances appeared on the table as he thundered.
"Actions speak louder than words, junior craftsman. I'll bet on you." His fists trembled in excitement. "These are the last materials I own, the key to my freedom, and..."
He retrieved a golden parchment sparking with Qi from his sleeve. "Your key to finding my father. If I knew I would gift this one day." He brushed the somber vein like characters running across the fabric with a reminiscent smile.
"What's that?" Adam tilted his head, confused by the clue's different look.
"Something my father gave me and the first prince if we ever met misfortune." The prince answered. "Rip it off, and the void Qi imbued inside will teleport you to its owner."
