I Grant It

"We swear to follow you to the death! Even in the afterlife! We beg the Imperial Preceptor to grant our wish!"

The soldiers, whether they still had legs or were missing them, whether they were dying or severely wounded, all "knelt" before Luo Yunji, shouting in unison with every ounce of strength they possessed.

"I... grant it!"

The grief in Luo Yunji's eyes transformed into tears that slid down his cheeks.

With a flash of blue light, the soldiers before him all wore expressions of joy as they slowly pressed their foreheads to the ground, swearing their allegiance.

Luo Yunji took the Treasure Umbrella from his back and opened it gently. In an instant, countless black shadows emerged, transforming into figures indistinguishable from living people.

The Treasure Umbrella glowed with a brilliant, eerie light, enveloping the soldiers kneeling before him. Then, to the astonishment of the Prince and the others, spectral forms drifted out from the bodies of the soldiers. After being bathed in the eerie light, these spirits regained their original, intact forms, appearing exactly as they had in life.

"Greetings, Imperial Preceptor!" These soldiers, having regained their "new life," knelt before Luo Yunji once more with joyful faces.

"Rise!"

Luo Yunji's voice seemed different now! Within its clarity, there was a hint of chill!

Without closing the Treasure Umbrella, Luo Yunji walked toward a certain spot, the black shadows following closely behind. Under the umbrella's eerie glow, everyone saw a man with a bewildered expression appear before them.

"You killed my classmates. Even if it wasn't your original intent, you must pay the price. Death is not the only punishment I have for you," Luo Yunji said in a cold tone to the bewildered spirit.

As a beam of eerie light from the umbrella struck the man's soul,