"Old Yuan, sorry for the trouble..."
Yuan Chengjun climbed into the coffin vessel and hurried away in a sorry state.
The baseness deep in the white-haired strange person's bones acted up, leaving him momentarily dazed and somewhat at a loss for how to conduct himself before Li Qingyun.
He thought to himself: I offended this boy so harshly in the past, whatever shall I do from now on!
Li Qingyun smiled and said indifferently, "Go, fetch the finest coffin vessel. This poor Daoist wishes to raise a zombie in the Great Burial Pit!"
At the same time, he pointed at the white-haired female zombie Siming.
Now that he knew this wretch's weakness, this poor Daoist had her firmly under his thumb for the future.
With his prestige established and status elevated, he could make use of the Yuan Clan's various resources and conveniences moving forward.
His tone and posture were not those of negotiation or entreaty, but of an oppressive demand.
Before, he had walked on thin ice in the Great Burial Pit; now, it was as if he were "master of the household."
Yet after hesitating for a moment, the white-haired strange person truly managed to reconcile himself to it, feeling it was only natural as he nodded and said, "If this resentful zombie can be raised back to her state during life, she will indeed make a fine guardian puppet!"
"Do you still need to run your mouth?" Li Qingyun let out a cold snort.
With this single test, he had completely fathomed the white-haired strange person's "base nature," and his confidence surged greatly.
Before such lowly heavenly nature, the more domineering and aggressive he—who had greatly elevated his status within the Yuan Clan—became, the more "submissive" this wretch would grow.
Perhaps the upper echelons of the Yuan