Don't Cry

"City Lord?" The soldiers stared, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads. The horse had been reshaped into something its own mother wouldn't recognize, but somehow it had been brought back to something resembling a person—and, incredibly, revived.

"All right, a few of you, come move this horse." Lin Yun waved a hand and spoke as though nothing much had happened.

"Ah... yes, yes!" The soldiers looked at each other, as if trying to confirm they weren't hallucinating. One even slapped his companion across the face...

Then, naturally, came the usual exchange.

"Why'd you hit me?"

"I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming."

"Then hit yourself!"

Mm... and then the fellow who'd just hit someone got hit himself...

Meanwhile, with a thud, the cavalry captain, who had just looked ready to kill Lin Yun, dropped to his knees and prostrated himself.

"Esteemed Wizard, please forgive my earlier offenses! I beg your pardon! You're truly the Descent of the Gods, so mighty and awe-inspiring..." His voice had been trembling at first, but as he went on, he either started speaking in a local dialect or simply became too flustered to make sense.

At any rate, Lin Yun could barely understand the rest. He could tell it was meant as praise, more or less.

It just... somehow reminded him of the way his grandmother used to mutter prayers while worshipping Buddha at home.

Led by the cavalry captain, the other soldiers also fell to their knees and prostrated themselves, muttering prayers of their own.

People in this era still revered spirits and gods deeply.

And there was no doubt that what Lin Yun had done could be described as "bringing someone back to life"—all right, it really was bringing someone back to life. Seeing such mysterious power had shattered their