"Huang, are you planning to oppose the Chen Family?" Wu Zetian said in a deep voice, "Don't forget, you're a part of the Chen Family now. In life, you're a person of the Chen Family; in death, you must still be a ghost of the Chen Family!"
"I'm sorry, young master. Money and status no longer matter to us. We are half a foot into the grave, only seeking a stable and peaceful old age. Ever since my wife was diagnosed with cancer six months ago, we haven't had a single good day, feeling the pain of life and death. It's the Divine Spirit that gave us rebirth; our old lives were granted by them!"
As he spoke, the old man pulled his wife to kneel in front of Yang Tian, "Please let us go, young master."
Yang Tian furrowed his brow.
Yet when he looked toward the old man's wife, he could see her face was flushed and healthy. As he sent his Divine Sense probing into her body, he found no illness.
