Sweeping through the land, leaving a trail of empty casks, bottles and kegs, the Brewmaster became common talk at taverns. To truly discover total enlightenment, Mangix had to not stop until he had sampled all drink. His quest took him far east where he met a strange, wandering nomad. He was wearing armor and arm made of the red clay known as yixing. The traveler told Mangix his gourd held a legendary drink that took hundreds of years to prepare with the yixing presence being a vital component. While mortally wounded during a bandit night raid, the stranger entrusted his possessions to the Brewmaster. Mangix now sweeps through the battlefield as a red whirlwind, eagerly counting down the days when the fabled spirit is ready.