Fei Ming stood firm. The polearm blade extended straight from his grip, point leveled at Lu Tian's throat.
The metal caught faint light from the low sun, reflecting the man's honey brown eyes.
Lu Tian shifted his gaze slowly from Fei Ming's face down to the blade. The steel hovered an inch from his skin.
Tilting his head a fraction, he asked:
"You are immune to the plague, are you not?" He said.
"Anubis—or rather, General Bai—told me so." Pausing, his brown eyes examined Fateless' look and he scrunched his face like he was deeply hurt.
"But baby brother, don't you recognize me? I'm Lu Tian. Your elder cousin. From the maternal side. Your mother is my aunt. Oh, how big you've grown."
Fei Ming's fingers tightened on the shaft.
He had a cousin? The name 'Lu' rang a bell in his mind. It was the same name of the man who ordered the bounty on him. Lu Yuan, was it?
