“What’s going on?” asked Mr. Johnson. “Emperor William is a wicked one. Now every day he indulged himself in seeking pleasure from women. He is lascivious. He even wants me to serve him in his Pleasure Palace as his concubine though I’ve already been married.” “Oh, that’s horrible! It looks like the Rose Dynasty is going to be over soon,” said Mr. Johnson. “That’s why my father invites you to go to Fanta Mansion to help him,” said Jenny. “Here’s the ring,” said Tolly who quickly pulled out the ring Fanta Lord asked him to give to Mr. Johnson. As soon as Mr. Johnson caught sight of the ring, his countenance underwent a dramatic transformation, for he knew that he could not possibly spurn the summons to Fanta Mansion. He had pledged to Fanta Lord that, in the event of any strife, he would come running at the mere flash of this very ring. He heaved a sigh and said, "It seems as though a great calamity has befallen us, and I must sally forth to meet it." "Indeed, Mr. Johnson, the ci

Tolly watched with bated breath as the two forces clashed, each refusing to back down. The scarlet flame and the deep blue lightning were like two stubborn beasts fighting for dominance. However, the lightning proved to be the stronger of the two and eventually snuffed out the flame. The little fire tiger was thrown into a panic. It had used all its tricks, and yet it was still no match for the lightning bird. The feline dodged and weaved as the bolts rained down on it, leaving its once-orange fur blackened and charred. It was now unrecognizable, and the water dragon mocked, "Hey, little back tiger, you look so ugly now." The water dragon's snout arched into a charming grin, displaying its toothy maw that could light up a room. However, the fire tiger was feeling blue and had lost its spark. "Come on, pull yourself together," said Mr. Johnson, whose infectious energy was like a breath of fresh air, but it couldn't seem to rub off on the dejected feline. The tiger's spirits were as

"Shifu," Jenny piped up suddenly, her eyes shining with anticipation, "Since you're teaching Tolly a new technique, can't you teach me something too? I'm just as eager to learn!"Mr. Johnson grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners, "Of course, Jenny! I have a special gift for you too, one that will give you the edge you need in battle. But be warned, it's well hidden in the same dense thicket of trees."Tolly chuckled, nudging Jenny playfully, "Looks like we're in this together, partner.""But Shifu," Jenny interjected, her brow furrowed with worry, "the forest is vast, and the tree where the gift is hidden could be anywhere. Can you give us any more hints or tips?""I'm afraid not, my dear," Mr. Johnson said cryptically, "The path to your discoveries must be forged by your own ingenuity and cunning. Trust in yourselves, and you'll emerge victorious."With that, Mr. Johnson retreated into his pristine white home with his six-headed dog with a plan to enjoy his hot jasmine tea insid

"By all means," Mr. Johnson declared, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth."Point your stick and prepare for a show, my dear Tolly. The cat's out of the bag, and the game is afoot."With a flick of his wrist, Tolly directed his stick towards the picture, and in an instant, the room was ablaze with a radiant golden light. The picture floated upwards, its edges crackling with electricity, and for a moment, Tolly wondered if he was seeing things.But as the light grew brighter and the air crackled with energy, he knew that this was no flight of fancy. Something incredible was about to happen, and he was right in the thick of it.Both Jenny and Tolly gasped in amazement as the picture transformed into a swirling wisp of smoke, curling and twisting as it crept into Tolly's stick. It was like watching a miracle unfold before their very eyes, one that defied all explanation.And then, just as suddenly, the stick itself began to change. It pulsed with a dark, inky light, its surfa

Feeling a twinge of empathy for Fanta Lord and his fellow commoners, he dropped to his knees and declared, "No need to put yourself in harm's way, your Majesty. Why not send one or two of your trusted dukes to lead the charge? It's better to stay out of harm's reach." "General Addison's words hit the nail on the head, your majesty," Peter Hazlitt added. "But who can do the job well?" inquired Emperor William. "With Fanta City being down south, and under the rule of the South Duke Fanta Lord, why not choose the East Duke George Churchill to take on the South Duke, your majesty?" Peter Hazlitt suggested. The proposal received a nod of approval from the emperor in a flash. "George Churchill is as vicious as a rattlesnake and as greedy as a pig. His troops leave behind a trail of devastation and misery wherever they go," General Addison warned. "But North Duke Bill Washington is a man of principle, admired by all and trusted by the people. I suggest we entrust him with this task to p