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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　After an entire day spent in contemplating on the balcony and finis.h.i.+ng off Sai Gao's pack of cigarettes, Li Yiming finally made his decision: fleeing was no longer an option. He made his way out of the neighborhood after one last glance at Sai Gao and Shao Xian, who were busy working on their nails.

　　Now that the news of Li Yiming being a sage was known, only the most prepared would still target him. Li Yiming had no intention of staying a prey. Instead, he was ready to take on anyone that Heaven's Laws was willing to send to his way.

　　A smile of confidence slowly appeared on Li Yiming's face as he went onto the streets. He took a deep breath and felt refreshed, ridding himself of all the negative emotions which had been plaguing him for the last few days. However, his complexion soon changed the moment he laid his eyes on a young child standing next to a lamp post.

　　The child was dressed as if he had just walked out a Taoist monastery, wearing a blue robe and cloth boots. A yin-yang symbol was embroidered on the front of his robe and a figure of stars and the moon on the back. He held a white flag, on which was written "fortune-telling".

　　What took Li Yiming by surprise was the fact that he recognized the young child — it was one of the people who had walked out of the village with Mr. Kong back in Eden. Moreover, in the eight years which have pa.s.sed since Li Huaibei's fight in Eden, the child's appearance had not changed by a single bit.

　　"h.e.l.lo there, are you a fortune-teller?" Li Yiming approached the child with a friendly smile all the while putting his guard up just in case the child attacked him.

　　"Yes. Would you like to try?" The child reciprocated the smile.

　　"Of course." Li Yiming knelt down as if he was an older brother playing with his younger sibling. Rather, he was readying himself to spring out at any moment.

　　"Alright. What do you want to know about? Career? Love?" The young child's eyes lit up.

　　"How about… love?" Li Yiming stared into the child's eyes. 'His eyes… they're so pure. I never would've guessed he was a guardian if I hadn't seen Li Huaibei's memories…'

　　"Love it is then. How about you write out a character for me so I can read your thoughts?" The child searched in his sleeves and took out a yellowed piece of paper and an old brush.

　　"Any character is fine?" Li Yiming asked. He quickly realized that the brush was a guardian equipment and proceeded cautiously.

　　"As long as you write down something, this brush will connect me with your thoughts," The child said as he made a pose which made him look like an old monk.

　　Li Yiming stared into his eyes. They reminded him of his first encounter with Bai Ze, when she stared back at him. Li Yiming took a deep breath and relaxed himself. After putting down the paper flat, he picked up the brush.

　　Li Yiming had never tried calligraphy before, but as soon as he held the brush in his hand, he could feel his emotions stirring in himself. His arm began moving before he was aware of it, and a character slowly wrote itself on the paper without any ink on the brush through methods unknown to Li Yiming. As Li Yiming finished his work, he saw gently traced strokes which somehow conveyed a sense of sharpness, just like the blade of a sword.