"Who's there?" Li Yu raises his voice hesitantly. He's answered with silence.
For a moment there's nothing but the anxiety fails to quell. The hair on his nape stands on end and Li Yu's gut churns with apprehension. He recalls the night he made his escape from his old home when his brother came knocking on his bedroom window.
"Li Yu, you need to get out of here!" the memory echoes, Li Zixuan's face was painted with urgency. Li Yu had never seen the second prince so fraught before. "Before the empress's men find you, quick."
Li Yu, distraught, never really understood why the empress despised him so much. Even now, he doesn't really understand. Li Zixuan, who came from the same mother as Li Yu, from the late Empress Qiaomei, never had the chance to properly explain it to him. And before he knew it he was ushered to the gates of the Bright Dragon Sect, raised by Sect Leader Ye's generosity, brought up by the disciples' and elders' scorn.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
