Lu Ming gripped a pendant hanging around his neck so tightly that his fingernails pierced his flesh, and fresh blood steadily seeped out.
Cast of bronze and no larger than a broad bean, the pendant had been sent back from afar by Lu Ming's father through a trusted messenger before the accident. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him at all times.
The blood from his palm seeped out and flowed over the bronze pendant.
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