Jing Xin stood up, looking at the photo on the tombstone. Softly, she said, “Tian Ya, I have to go now. Be good and listen to God’s words! I’ll come see you next weekend when the cherry blossoms bloom.” She turned and walked down the mountain.
The man withdrew his gaze, his eyelids lowered, expressionlessly looking at the tombstone. Thin raindrops fell in the wind, while the sky remained low and gloomy. Jing Xin quickened her pace, needing to catch the 5:30 bus back to the city to avoid worrying her mother.
As she walked down the mountain path, wildflowers bloomed, their petals adorned with raindrops.
Chapter Three: Showdown
Suddenly, a commotion erupted behind her. She was roughly bumped and almost fell as a small man rushed past her. Stumbling, she stepped aside and found a mobile phone in her hand, seemingly slipped to her by the man, who quickly instructed, “Dial the first number in the phone book.”
Confused, she wondered if she had stumbled into a gang fight. Ahead, over a dozen people were entangled in a chaotic scene, holding clubs and machetes, surrounding two men. One tall man, though at a disadvantage, was formidable, managing to kick down several attackers. But with so many against him, he inevitably took hits. A fat man’s knife was poised to strike from behind.
Jing Xin was so scared that she covered her mouth, her feet frozen, forgetting to leave. The tall man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.
He lowered his body, dodged the knife behind him, quickly turned around, and single-handedly restrained the attacker. With a swift kick, the man holding the knife rolled several meters away.
The man was agile, with clean movements. As he turned, the hair on his forehead lifted. Beneath his thick eyebrows, a pair of eyes seemed carved from thousand-year-old ink jade, deep and cold with a sharp light.
It was the man from the cemetery! Jing Xin thought that if looks could kill, his would definitely be a celestial sword.
