"Let us call today, Fang Chen Day!" someone shouted from the back. "The day we got our town back!"
"The day we stood up 'cause he gave us the guts to!"
"The day of independence!"
"Fang Chen Independent Day!" a woman yelled with her voice cracking, but nobody cared... the phrase stuck.
It ricocheted from wall to wall. People repeated it. Louder. Stronger. Laughing. Crying.
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In the town square, stood the old statue of Lingyun... the legendary swordsman who created this town stood silently beneath the moon.
A man with his sword extended, left palm out, guarding, defying. Tonight, the stone looked almost alive under the torchlight.
"Erect another!" a blacksmith bellowed while hoisting his hammer overhead. "Right next to our great Lingyun!"
"The boy's got moves like the old hero!" another cackled, clasping his grandson's shoulder. "He's a descendant. Has to be!"
