The young Taoist released his grip, and the sword did not fall but stood upright by itself.
Like an egg standing on end.
"I'll return your heart to you, and you won't cause trouble in the future, okay?" the young Taoist said.
The sword still did not fall.
"Shall I have the old monk from Fayu Temple recite the 'Ksitigarbha Sutra' thirty thousand times for you, how about that?" the young Taoist continued.
The sword still did not fall.
"Follow me in cultivation, accumulate yin virtue, and become a righteous deity of the Netherworld Ministry in the future, how about that?" the young Taoist added.
The sword still did not fall.
"I can communicate with the Yin World, arrange for you to be born into a wealthy family for ten generations, ensuring riches and glory, how about that?" Mr. Zhao also chimed in.
The sword still did not fall.
