"Now that we're at my house, there's no need for a guard here. Take a rest."
"Alright, sir, if there's anything you need, feel free to instruct me."
Cheng Shujiang returned to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, while Yu Ziqing shook his head.
He wasn't a firsthand participant, and indeed, found it hard to empathize. Why were these guys so unwilling to transform?
But he could understand it.
In that ghost era, even if one wasn't fully awake, merely opening one eye to catch a glimpse would bring unbearable pain.
The only pain that could suppress the agony of starving ghosts was the pain within the heart.
Therefore, Yu Ziqing did not regret his actions during the Dingmao Era one bit.
What changes might occur in the outside world? Whatever.
...
In the wilderness,
A figure shrouded in mist tossed a persistently writhing spirit grass to the Black Robed Man.
"The Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure you wanted, this Returning God Grass, is enough for you to recover."
