A quarter of an hour later, the main hall of the Wind Patrol Office in Xiangping Prefecture was ablaze with light. Pan Long, second-in-command of the You Province Wind Patrol Envoy system and a newly minted double Demon God, sat in official robes facing the entrance. Every civil and military officer still at the office had assembled. Even the retired Wind Patrol Envoy who guarded the gate had changed into a brand-new uniform and stood before the steps, looking invigorated as he awaited orders.
Since ancient times, bringing the dead back to life had been a miracle found only in tales of Immortals and Buddhas. Yet not long ago, that miracle had happened.
Shang Man had been dead beyond doubt, his body stored in an underground icehouse for more than a day. And then, suddenly, he had come back to life!
No one thought his death had been misdiagnosed. A doctor might mistake whether someone was alive or dead; a coroner would not. Besides, more than one person had seen his corpse. After he was brought back to the Wind Patrol Office, the friends who had recently drunk and chatted with him had come to see him off. Every one of them could confirm that he was dead, utterly dead. He had stopped breathing, his heart had stopped beating, and even his body had gone stiff.
And his body had lain in the icehouse for so long that it had frozen through. Even a living person would have died from being frozen like that!
Yet Shang Man was alive again, healthy, brimming with energy, and radiant.
Some of the better-informed people already knew what Pan Guanfeng had said before leaving yesterday. With this miracle before their eyes, how could they fail to understand what had happened?
Pan Guanfeng, an Immortal