Di Ying recognized the voice. "Uncle?" She uttered.
She was about to run out, but Amon stopped her by grabbing her arm before she exited the concealment bubble. He told her, "Hold! The one we are waiting for has arrived. It's time for us to act."
"What…? My uncle? The one you have been waiting for is my uncle? How many times do you want to pit them against each other?"
"The first time was not my intention. I was fooled as well," Amon explained.
"I don't care. I must help my uncle." Di Ying tore her arm away from his grip.
"Not if you want to forsake your mother."
