Lu Ming gripped the pendant around his neck so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh, drawing blood.
This bronze pendant, no larger than a bean, had been sent back by someone his father commissioned before his accident. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him at all times.
As the blood from his palm seeped into the bronze, it suddenly began to vibrate and grew searingly hot. Before Lu Ming could react, the pendant shattered into fine powder, which burrowed into his palm and vanished.
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