Xiao Yue looked up at her.
"W-what is it?"
The beautiful woman smiled and conjured an amulet from thin air. Hanging down from a thin silvery chain was a red, exquisite crystal. She gestured Xiao Yue to come closer and put the necklace around her neck.
"This crystal carries the resentment of the people who had died from General Long's blade. It will draw you to him. Kill him, Xiao Yue. Do not waste any chance."
Xiao Yue nodded. She clutched at the red crystal and said, "I will."
In her sleep, Xiao Yue moaned and kept mumbling, "I will. I will."
She opened her eyes and stared at the silk bed canopy in a daze for a while before propping herself up in a sitting position.
A dream?
Of all things, she had to dream about the shaman... Xiao Yue rubbed her eyes. That dream was a reminder, she thought. She must not be lulled into her new life.
