MingYu felt a sudden pull towards the bracelet, and his heart grew colder the longer he gazed upon the beads. Even now, within this memory, the black beads radiated ominous energy, reeking of death and despair. But there were only four in the bracelet, MingYu could have sworn there were six beads the last time he saw it. Where were the other two?
"Who is he really, and what is he doing here in the middle of nowhere?" Young Wu TianLan asked, pulling MingYu's attention away from the bracelet. The young prince sounded impatient as he glared at the old man of MingYu's memory. The man was shovelling at the dirt, barely creating a dent in the dry, cracked earth.
MingYu had no time to answer, when LongHai of his memory asked, "What is he doing?"
The two settled to watch as the scene unfolded before them.
PingZe was grinning widely, as he said, "Probably digging for water for him and his donkey."
