At Pan Long's warning, the feverish crowd in the hall finally calmed down.
Since the Immortals and Buddhas had granted them this opportunity, they could hardly go back on their word. Getting worked up might cloud their judgment. Better to set resurrection aside for now, do the work in front of them, and think it over carefully afterward.
There was no rush to bring anyone back. Unlike Lu Xi'an, they did not have a loved one who was about to reach a hundred years since death.
To put their minds at ease, Pan Long left the character for "fate" on the hands of each of the remaining twenty-one people.
"If you decide whom you want to bring back, there's no need to come looking for me. Just press a hand to that character and call my name. I'll know."
By rights, an Immortal or Buddha leaving a means of contact should have used message incense. Unfortunately, Pan Long was new to this and had not prepared any. He could only make do with a hasty solution.
With that settled for the moment, he turned to Shang Man's case.
First, naturally, he asked why Shang Man had killed himself.
Shang Man was baffled. All he remembered was sitting quietly in his cell, cultivating his qi while he waited calmly for his execution after autumn. He had never thought of killing himself. Yet somehow, he had suddenly died...
"You really died without a clue!" Tang Jingzhe could not help remarking. "Not noticing who hurt you is one thing, but you didn't even notice you'd been murdered?"
"Honestly, I didn't. It felt like I closed my eyes and opened them again, and I'd gone from the prison to the morgue. My clothes were even damp from the cold..."
The muddled way he had