"Grand Priest, you are omnipotent, there must be a way for you to save my son, right?"
The Ghost Emperor, highly esteemed, at this moment was like every father under the heavens, watching his son nearing death yet powerless, his face showing a look of despair.
Jia Luo shook his head.
"Your Majesty, after all, I am still a mortal, not an Immortal; some things are beyond human capability."
"Jia Luo!"
The Ghost Emperor pointed at Jia Luo's face, and suddenly his expression changed to that authoritative look befitting an emperor who holds the supreme power of this nation.
"Grand Priest Jia Luo, I command you to revive my son! If my child suffers even the slightest harm, I will have you accompany my Crown Prince to the grave!"
