Lu Fenying wasn't thinking of anything else; he could no longer let go of the idea to bring Mo Qian'er back to life.
He could trade his life, his power, his everything for that.
He wanted her to live. He would show her that he would never let her do what he didn't want her to do.
He was practically obsessed with the idea.
He was willing to agree to the Nether King's terms, but once she was alive again, he would find an opportunity to steal her back. Mo Qian'er was his, and he would kill whoever dared to take her.
The Nether King was nothing.
The Nether King had no idea what Lu Fenying was thinking.
It was already the seventh day after Mo Qian'er's death when he returned to the residence with Lu Fenying.
It wasn't hard for him to draw a soul back. He was the Nether Land's handler for the human world to begin with.
The ferrymen for souls, Daoist priests and the envoys of hell were all under his administration.