"I'm going to fulfill my oath." A smile of release appeared on the instructor's weathered face. "Promise me."
"You must protect our Dragon Kingdom."
"Don't grieve. As the old saying goes... everyone must die, but a death can weigh more than Mount Tai or less than a feather."
"Kid... how much do you think my death will weigh?"
The instructor gazed at the nuclear bomb and slowly took off the military overcoat he had worn for who knew how many years.
"Give this coat to Yixiu for me. Tell him to lead Shadow Ghost well. If he doesn't protect the Dragon Kingdom, I'll slap the hell out of him."
"After I die... bury me in Chun Prefecture. I want to watch you reach the top of the world."
"Don't put up a headstone. Shadow Ghost can't be exposed to the light."
"When you fight your way into the West... when the Dragon Kingdom rules the world, bring a flask of good liquor to my grave and tell me."
The instructor calmly gave his final instructions, but tears were already streaming down Little White Tiger's face.
This man was both mentor and friend, and sometimes even like a father...
"Let's run. Let's run away." Little White Tiger went against his conscience and pleaded.
He was human.
He could accept his own death, but he could never accept a friend dying before his eyes.
Between over a hundred thousand civilians and the instructor, he chose the latter.
"Run? I'm confident I could escape, and you could too, but... what about them?" The instructor flicked Little White Tiger on the forehead and scolded him. "Look. These are our magnificent mountains and rivers."
"In that city... there are over a hundred thousand of our people. Can they run?"
"The White-Robed Sect taught you duty