The other, older youth nodded. His eyes were filled with approval, yet held a hint of melancholy. In that instant, it seemed he had been reminded of some regrettable memory all his own:
"Good,"
"With this, you're sure to pass the tribe's hundred-man trial and become a true warrior. The Priest will recommend you, and you'll go to the altar to receive a divine revelation and serve the King."
'Altar? Divine revelation?'
'Priest? Serve?'
Shi Ming keenly picked up on the keywords.
He took a piece of jade from his robes, one that seemed to contain countless facets. He tossed it lightly into the air. The jade spun once in the sunlight before landing steadily back in his palm. In that instant, Shi Ming saw the youth's destiny through the Ten Thousand Flowers Jade.
He was born fourteen years ago.
His parents died when he was seven, leaving him to rely on his brother, who was three years his senior.
He had always secretly striven for a "King" he had never met.
