Too many images flickered through his mind.
Flashes of his master Li Qingshan, hunched in his blue robe, and thoughts of Nurse Momo, who kindly and tenderly sewed his clothes by lamplight at night...
Thoughts of Xi Xi, with whom he played in the Twist Car, filled his eyes.
Thoughts of the cold and commanding Uncle Li the Bull Demon.
Thoughts of Aunt Zhang, whose cooking was so delicious and gentle like water.
"I'm sorry..."
Lu Chi's tears streamed down his face.
But, being in the Imperial Family, he had no choice.
He had to seize this last opportunity.
The Great Supervising Minister told him it was his only chance.
Lu Chi reached out his hand.
He grabbed the sword handed to him by "Lu Chi."
Boom—!!!
In an instant.
The Black Lotus appeared, and atop the Black Lotus, "Lu Chi" transformed into a child clad in a black bellyband, wickedly sitting upon it.
His eyes were intense.
"Come on."
Lu Chi gripped the bloodied sword.
Pu-chi—!
