"Master, Yun Shenghao is dead. Only his Soul Imprint remains." Mo Yuan stood before a pitch-black door and reported respectfully.
A gentle sigh slowly drifted out from behind the black door, carrying a trace of helplessness. "Dead is dead. I saved him once; I cannot break the rules again."
"But..."
Mo Yuan still wanted to press the matter. Though Yun Shenghao was the youngest of the Twelve Disciples under his master, his talent was undoubtedly among the very best. Breaking through to Dou Saint in the future was merely a matter of time. It was far too regrettable to lose him like this.
"Mo Yuan, do you need me to repeat the laws of the Natural Realm for you?" The voice came again. Though it remained gentle, it made the pressure on Mo Yuan intensify sharply.
"I would not dare. This subordinate will never forget them, even unto death." The old man hurriedly bowed in apology.
"It was I who sent Shenghao to the Jia Ma Empire in the first place. I had also accounted for his death. The responsibility for this matter lies with me, so there is no need for you to concern yourself with it further."
"Yes..."
Mo Yuan sighed and took out the Jade Bottle containing Yun Shenghao's Soul Imprint from his Storage Ring, placing it on the ground before the black door.
"Then this subordinate shall take his leave." Having done everything, Mo Yuan bowed once more and turned to leave.
"Mo Yuan..." At that moment, the figure called out to him.
"This subordinate is here." Mo Yuan stopped, turned around, and bowed.
"For the time being, remain in the Northwest Region. When the Spirit Imprisonment Realm opens, retrieve the item within for me."
"This subordinate understands." Mo Yuan nodded solemnly and accepted the order.