“Mu Qing pointed at the center of the mural. “So…that…that was him?” he said with a trembling voice. Xie Lian was also staring at that section. This piece was mostly colorless; only two figures had been colored within it. There was a small figure at the bottom that had been painted pure white; it seemed to be glowing. The figure was looking toward the sky with hands outstretched. It was about to catch another little figure who was falling from the tower. That little figure was bloody red.”