"Stop chanting!" Li Huowang forcibly interrupted the Lama's recitation.
"What's the use of just chanting! Can you chant Death back into existence? You Lamas from the Zhong Yin Temple, find a way to solve this problem!"
"Isn't your Black Heaven in charge of Death? Don't you believe in him? Find a way to help your Black Heaven!"
The mummified Lama's face, covered in age spots and wrinkles, showed a pained expression. He shook his head slightly, then sat cross-legged facing the fire pit with its billowing black smoke. Amid the hum of a prayer wheel, he once again began chanting the obscure scriptures.
"Damn it!" Li Huowang cursed under his breath before leaving the cremation ground and heading toward the large central tent.
Inside the tent, messages delivered by sentinels and homing pigeons were constantly being gathered on a large table for the strategists and generals to review. However, Li Huowang didn't approach them, instead finding an old eunuch.
