Lu Ming gripped the pendant around his neck tightly. He squeezed so hard his fingernails dug into his skin, drawing beads of fresh blood.
This pendant, forged from bronze and no larger than a bean, had been sent to him by someone acting on behalf of his father before his father’s disappearance. For the past six years, Lu Ming had carried it with him everywhere.
As blood seeped from his palm, it flowed onto the bronze pendant.
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