At that moment, the Golden Spring demon Daoist was finally killed, his soul utterly destroyed.
After killing the Golden Spring demon Daoist, Master even spat a thick glob of phlegm at his dissipating soul.
"Pah!"
After spitting, he turned and ran toward us.
"Zhuang Sheng..."
When Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng saw Master approaching, his face filled with delight.
"Master!"
Seeing Master come over, the somewhat translucent Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng dropped to his knees.
Master hurriedly helped him up.
"Your soul body is weak right now. Get up, get up.
It's all right now. Everything's all right..."
Master patted Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng on the shoulder, looking extremely pleased.
Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng looked at Master, his eyes full of reverence and gratitude, his voice slightly choked.
"Master, you suffered so much for me."
Master smoothed back his now-disheveled slicked-back hair.
"What suffering? I'm perfectly fine!"
Senior Brother wanted to continue, but Master stopped him.
"Little Zhuang, we'll talk later if there's anything!"
Only then did Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng nod.
Then Master turned and looked toward the Netherworld envoy on the other side.
He clasped his hands in salute.
"Netherworld Envoy, the true culprit, the Golden Spring demon Daoist, has already been executed. This is my disciple. He is innocent.
I will now write a statement by hand. I ask that you take it into the Yellow Springs!"
The Netherworld envoy said nothing, merely nodding.
Pan Ling had already prepared the brush and ink.
Master nodded at Pan Ling.
"Thanks, girl!"
With that, he picked up a cinnabar brush and began writing on a nearby bluestone.
Everyone remained silent.
I took a look at its general contents. It began with, "A letter to Lord Spirit Officer."
It went on to describe how, twelve years ago, Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng