Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

On the outskirts of Chengdu, Sichuan, there stood an abandoned Taoist temple that had long been forgotten by people, though rumors had recently emerged that it was haunted.

The temple had been abandoned for quite some time, forgotten by the people, but now it was filled with the rich scent of herbs and was packed with people.

These people, who filled the interior of the temple, were the masters and artisans of silkworm farming (Zam-sa) from across the Central Plains.

A strange tension filled the air inside the temple, where the masters and artisans of silkworm farming gathered.

“This time, we must succeed. There are very few eggs left now,” one of them spoke, his voice heavy with urgency.

The silkworm artisans, who had been kidnapped from various parts of the Central Plains, lowered their heads in apology at the words of Xintu Galjihong.

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“I’m sorry, Elder,” one of the artisans said.

“Please forgive us,” another murmured.

Amidst these artisans, the oldest man among them bowed his head respectfully.

“Is there any doubt, Xintu Elder? At this time, I’ve already gathered almost all the herbs and leaves. This time, it will certainly work. I, Baekga, have put in a lot of effort.”

“Not only that, but I’ve prepared a variety of trees, shrubs, and even the stems. I’ll make sure we succeed this time,” the old man continued.

As Baek, the leader of the artisans, spoke, the large bamboo sieve in front of him was filled with a wide array of different leaves and herbs.

“That’s right. We want to succeed and return home too,” one of the artisans said.

“It’s certain this time,” another added.

Though they had been forcibly brought here to work, it was well-known that helping Xintu would earn them rewards far beyond what they had expected.

The artisans, who had spent decades dedicated to silkworm farming, clenched their fists with determination, vowing to succeed this time.

For them, it was a challenge of sorts.