Original Dawn Palace.
Sweating profusely, Young Master Shang heaved heavy breaths with his back bent at a forlorn angle. He clutched at a pendant exuding a soft light reminiscent of a rising star over a gorgeous horizon with both hands. Those hands had thick veins that pulsed with a strong spiritual strength, all belonging to Young Master Shang.
It had taken an absurd amount of time and strenuous effort, but he had suppressed the pendant's activation. Then, and only then, was this white-robed Young Master capable of collapsing as if all his bones had turned into jelly, breathing a sigh of indescribable relief and peace.
