"Xiao Mo, this is for you."
"From now on, whenever you see this little clay figure, it'll be just like seeing me."
"Just tell this little clay figure you want to see me, and I'll come to you~"
On the streets of the Imperial City, a little girl stood before a little boy, her eyes curved into crescents.
"General, come back at once!"
"Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry! Follow close behind the General!"
"We swear to protect the General, even unto death!"
"We will die alongside the General!"
On the vast plain strewn with corpses, a man holding a silver-white spear and wearing an Asura Mask had broken through a great formation and slain King Qi.
Just as the Qin Kingdom Army thought the battle was about to end,
the enemy used the Blood energy on the battlefield and the souls of a million fallen warriors as sacrifices to lay another great formation, trapping the leading general within it. They were willing to give everything to kill that man.
But the man never feared them.
"If I can't escape this formation, then I'll break it myself!"
By the end of the battle, the man had broken the formation, but he too died within it.
Yet even as he breathed his last, he used his life to shield the little clay figure in his arms.
On the bed in Yangxin Hall,
Xiao Mo's eyes flew open.
Once he steadied himself and looked around, realizing it had all been just a dream, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He got out of bed and looked at the mask and little clay figure on the table.
He tried to recall the dream he'd just had.
But the dream was like a stone tossed into water: once the ripples faded, the stone vanished too.
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