Lu Ming clutched tightly at a pendant hanging around his neck. He exerted so much force that his nails dug into his flesh, and fresh blood steadily seeped out.
This pendant, cast in bronze and no larger than a fava bean, 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 constantly.
The blood from his palm seeped out, flowing over the bronze pendant.
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