The Underworld Office's Day Patrol God led the way, with a host of Netherworld Officials behind him. As the Shade-Guarding Umbrella opened, it was as though a dark cloud had spread over the corpse, unseen by ordinary eyes.
"Han Shiyong, it's time to come with us!"
As the Day Patrol God's words fell, a Soul-Reaping Messenger flung out a chain, driving it straight into Han Shiyong's corpse.
Clatter!
The chain rattled as the Soul-Hooking Rope instantly dragged out a soul whose head was severed from his body. In the process, the detached head returned to the soul's shoulders.
Bound in chains, Han Shiyong stumbled, then looked around blankly. He saw the execution platform, then the dispersing crowd, and only at last turned toward the Underworld Messengers beside him.
"Let's go!"
The Soul-Reaping Messenger tugged the chain, then raised a gust of ghostly wind and departed with the newly dead soul.
On the street, Yi Shuyuan did not look back. Stoneborn followed his master, but turned to glance behind him every few steps, only stopping once the Underworld Messengers had taken the soul away.
"Stoneborn."
"Yes, Master?"
"How is your assignment coming along?"
At the question, Stoneborn's heart tightened, but a smile appeared on his face.
"As for 'Awaiting Heaven's Rain,' after what happened on Hele Mountain and afterward, I should be able to write it properly in one go. Then I won't have any more assignments, right?"
Yi Shuyuan looked down at his disciple beside him, a hint of a smile on his face.
"Since you say you're ready, write it well. If I read it and it doesn't pass muster, you'll have to write it a hundred times!"
The smile on Stoneborn's little face instantly crumpled.
"Ah..."
That expression looked exactly like Yi Shuyuan's own in his previous life,