"If Long Que can't handle it, we just have to pin our hopes on Lord Medanzo. After all, he's not someone who runs into trouble easily. Hopefully, he has some contingency plans."
He looked out the window into the night and waved his hand, "Dismiss the meeting."
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Perhaps the citizens gathered on East Sea Road to celebrate the new year could never have imagined that the Long Que, about to set off to the Sacred Mountain to save the world, was actually sitting on the rocks by the shore, smoking.
He sat in the shadow under a tree, far removed from the noise of the people.
Although amidst the crowd, he seemed as if he were apart from the mortal world.
This lonely existence had been his for many years. He didn't know when he had embarked on this road of no return for the sake of an obsession in his heart, bidding farewell to happiness and joy, turning instead to embrace swords and gunfire. By the time he came to his senses, he was covered in blood.
