"Father... Where on earth are you? Ming'er believes you are not dead. But now, Ming'er is powerless and about to lose even the position of head of the family."
Lu Ming clutched tightly at the pendant hanging around his neck. He gripped it so hard that his fingernails pierced into his flesh, and fresh blood seeped continuously.
This pendant, cast from bronze and no larger than a broad bean, had been sent back from afar through a trusted messenger before Lu Ming's father met with disaster. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him at all times.
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