Warning: Violence, blood and death.
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Magistrate Lu swallowed the lump in his throat as a light sweat coated his skin. Under the dancing light of the lanterns, he turned to look at his daughter. There was a battle within the man's eyes. This was his daughter, but there was doubt, and underneath all the grief and sorrow battling over the control of his features, there was fear.
"Li'er?" The low pleading whisper sounded deafening in the silence, as young miss Lu merely smiled at him, unblinking.
"Lu XiaQiao," Lan Guan-Yin had stepped down from her highchair, making her way over the field of remains, while Yang Chen and his guards took a cautious step back. "We had a deal. I suppose you're not backing down now?"
"Lan Guan-Yin, you said you would bring her back," Lu XiaQiao mumbled as his eyes shot between his daughter and the demon.
