The next morning, Shenlong sat in his chamber, the assassin's final words still echoing in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that the attack was connected to his mysterious origins. Who had sent the assassin, and why did they seem to know so much about him?
Zhang Wei, who had been alerted by the disturbance, entered the room with a concerned look. "Shenlong, what happened? I heard about the attack."
Shenlong glanced at his friend, then shook his head. "It was an assassin. Someone's trying to kill me, but I don't know who."
Zhang Wei frowned. "This isn't a coincidence. You've been drawing too much attention lately. With the elders watching you and now this… It's like someone's pulling strings behind the scenes."
Shenlong nodded slowly. He had suspected as much, but hearing it out loud made the situation feel even more dire. "The assassin said something before they died. Something about me not knowing who I really am."
Zhang Wei's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you think they meant?"
"I don't know," Shenlong admitted. "But I have a feeling it has something to do with the pendant. There's more to my past than I've been told. And I'm going to find out what."
Zhang Wei hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Shenlong, if what they said is true… whatever you're about to uncover, it might change everything."
Shenlong clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. "I don't care. I need to know the truth. No matter what it is."
Zhang Wei nodded, though concern still lingered in his gaze. "Just be careful. Whoever sent that assassin won't stop with one attempt."
As Zhang Wei left, Shenlong turned his attention back to the pendant, its surface gleaming faintly in the light. The answers he sought were within reach, but he knew the path ahead would be treacherous. The attack had been a warning—a reminder that the power he sought