| Many years before...
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| A young Liu Wong stands with a cloth hung over his shoulder and tears in his eyes as an old man bows before Master Fei.
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| Fei Xian |
(out of frame) What is so important to risk your very life by waking me?
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| Old Man |
I come on behalf of Master Liu Feng.
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| Fei Xian |
I have never known Master Liu to be a fool, but he appears to suffer the employ of a suicidal one.
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| Old Man |
Liu Feng died but two days ago. His school was sold to pay debts, and a rival took his wife. My final charge, given to me by Master Liu himself was to deliver his only child, Liu Wong, to the renowned Master Fei.
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| Fei Xian |
The boy blubbers.
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| Old Man |
His father died, his mother was taken, his home was stolen.
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| Fei Xian |
There is no room in my home for blubbering.
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