Twenty minutes later.
General Tian Lang sat dazed on the sofa, clutching the urn that Lu Bai brought from the room, tears flowing painfully. Even knowing his own days were numbered, he had never been this heartbroken.
"I have never experienced such pain in my life." General Tian Lang broke down in tears, "My Tian Yi... so young, so full of life, why did he have to encounter such a thing."
"I'm sorry," Lu Bai said. "He died saving me. Before the incident, we were trying out this mask. Before Tian Yi died, he told me he couldn't bear for you to know about his passing, so he asked me to impersonate him and keep it from you. He didn't want you to be sad."
General Tian Lang held the urn tightly, "Foolish child, my foolish child... who did this?"
He wiped away his tears, "Who kidnapped you, who wanted your life?"
Lu Bai remained silent, "Uncle, you wouldn't want to know."
"My son is dead, I at least need a reason, I need to know why!" General Tian Lang said.
