The golden brilliance gathered below the Shadow City, resembling clouds, and the ethereal city appeared incomparably sacred against this golden light, as if it were a divine land in the celestial realm.
The golden clouds rolled.
Rumble!
A clap of thunder!
Droplets of water fell like rain from the golden clouds.
Without missing a beat, they landed on the four unmarked graves in the cemetery.
The brilliance seeped into the soil.
It burst forth with endless vitality.
Just a dozen seconds later, a deathly pale hand reached out from the soil, grasped the ground, and with a push, a man about two meters tall with a robust physique emerged from the earth.
The man was clearly somewhat bewildered.
He blinked, looking puzzled.
"Captain, Captain!"
A trembling voice sounded from behind.
The sturdy man turned around to see 'Jing' whose face was completely ruined.
"Aemon?!"
The robust man called out a name known to only a few.
It was 'Jing's true name.
"Yes, it's me, Captain!"
