Chase was bored, essentially flicking through channels via his scrying spell. It had been fairly quiet lately, Wuya had once again taken off with Hannibal Bean and Chase was rather glad of it. She'd been wearing more and more on his nerves as of late. And the monks seemed to be busy with a new addition to their team, one called Ping Pong. The dragon lord scoffed softly as he watched Omi interact with this aptly named doppelganger. It was mildly amusing, but something caught his eye.

Dojo looked worried, no, not worried. Troubled. Deeply troubled, in fact, as the old dragon watched the newcomer. Chase narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if the beast could sense him watching. As he was about to change focus, Dojo slipped from Clay's shoulders, excusing himself.

Dojo slithered his way through the temple grounds, wringing his hands. He was deep in his own thoughts, unaware of the dark eyes that watched his every move. He made his way to the inner rooms, finding Master Fung looking over scrolls.

"Fung…"

"Ah, Dojo." Came the warm greeting, though the serenity faded from his face when he laid eyes on the dragon. "What troubles you?"

"Master Fung…it's…Ping Pong. He's the Dragon of Wood."

"I am aware." Fung held a hand out for Dojo, the beast slithering up and settling around his shoulders with practiced ease.

"No, it's…that means the Dragon of Metal is out there as well."

Chase's brows climbed up his forehead. It had been a long, long time since he was a monk of the Xiaolin Temple, but this was something he did remember. Elemental Wudai warriors weren't common, it was in fact rare that the main four elements were present within the same generation. But the elements of wood and metal were rarer still, to the point of being merely myth if such Wudai warriors could exist at all.

"Wood and metal only ever exist in the same generation." Dojo simpered, rubbing his head against Fung jaw in an attempt to comfort himself.

"…Dojo, do you know where the Dragon of Metal is?" Fung asked, reaching up to pet the dragon.

"…I know who it is…and I don't think we should tell him…"

"This only happens once a millennia, we cannot throw our efforts away…"

Dojo reared back and shocked both Fung and Chase with how vicious his tone was. "Jack would better left out of it all."

Chase felt his head reel as he closed the scrying spell, cutting off Fung response. Jack Spicer was the fabled Wudai Dragon of Metal? He wanted to laugh, thinking the old dragon had finally gone senile but the laughter died in his throat before it could make it out. If he thought about it, if he really thought about it, it made sense.

Spicer had a natural gift for all things mechanical and metallic. While he had no martial abilities, his skill with metal was undeniable. Who else would be able to craft robots that could imitate life so well as to fool humans? Who else could build robots capable of using Shen Gong Wu?

The warlord stood from his throne, tucking his hands neatly behind his back as he began to think. Having all Wudai elements on the Xiaolin side would surely bring about the end of Heylin for good, Chase himself had read scrolls predicting as such. However, Dojo clearly believed leaving Spicer out of the mix was more preferable. The young man had been less active in the fight as of late, the dragon was likely counting on that to ensure he didn't fall too deeply into the hands of Evil.

Chase took a deep breath. He had been avoiding the boy since the time paradox incident, not wanting to act on the memories of two additional lifetimes that Jack surely didn't remember. Chase knew the only ones who seemed to remember the events fully were Dojo, Omi, and himself. But now, now he could devise a plan to bring Spicer to true evil.