The bloodied figure was the soul of Tian Huaiyi, expressing his gratitude for his teacher's kindness. After mentioning his inability to protect Shen Yusheng, he said his last wish had been fulfilled. Despite his reluctance to leave, the force of the Netherworld held on to him, dragging him toward the underworld.
"Huaiyi!"
Fu Leisheng shouted at the top of his lungs, suddenly standing up and looking around. There was no chilly breeze or the blood-drenched figure of Tian Huaiyi: he must have dozed off while reading his book.
After all, the Master's writings were quite dull.
"Daytime thoughts lead to nighttime dreams. I'm always worried that Huaiyi would betray Shen Yusheng for wealth and status."
He sarcastically chided himself. When Tian Huaiyi was his student, he was the most mischievous, the one who gave him headaches, playing with the girls' hair instead of studying, causing them to weep.
He called in the parents and gave Tian Huaiyi a thrashing.
