C120 Lu Qing's Decision

When the large, handmade clock on the wall, worth more than a million dollars, struck eight, the sound of voices in the hall died away. The light on the ceiling above them was extinguished and replaced by an incomparably bright, orange-red pillar of light. At the end of the beam of light was a woman that did not seem to come from the human world.

She was wearing a long white dress