Nether Son looked at Duan Wuyi.
They had spoken before at the lantern festival and the tea party, so they were not strangers.
"I'd like to ask you to help me with something. Name your price," Duan Wuyi said, clasping his hands with sincere respect.
Everyone could tell what he wanted.
Nether Son could guess, too. He watched Duan Wuyi in silence for a long while before finally saying, "That would break the rules."
An Ran was no Immortal King or Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Bringing her back would not affect the karma of heaven and earth or the course of the future.
She was Duan Wuyi's maidservant, as well as the Saintess of a mighty power. Her talent and strength were formidable, and she had entered the Immortal Emperor realm long ago. He couldn't make the decision to resurrect her on his own.
Besides, why should he help Duan Wuyi bring An Ran back? They had no ties.
"I know it would break the rules. Resurrecting an Immortal Emperor is no small matter, but I can't lose An Ran. She's been by my side since childhood, and she's stayed with me all this time. I've long grown used to having her around."
Duan Wuyi lowered his head, his manner humble as he pleaded, "Fellow Daoist Nether Son, my name may not sound auspicious, but I always keep my word. I'm willing to pay any price to bring An Ran back!"
His attitude moved everyone.
They hadn't expected him to humble himself so much for An Ran.
He was the son of a Hegemon Grade being!
Nether Son fell silent again.
Duan Wuyi's sincerity and humility made it hard for him to refuse coldly a second time.
Perhaps it was also because of Gong Qingyan.
If Gong Qingyan had died, he would