"Summoning the soul… such a wicked art, only you could come up with something like this!"
Min Ning froze for a moment, then her face turned into one of anger.
Chen Yi's idea wasn't just audacious, it was shocking and disregardful of human ethics!
To summon Min He's already departed soul—what else could this be but disrespect toward the ancestors? According to the laws of Great Yu, desecrating one's ancestors or ancestral tablets warrants eighty lashes at best, death penalty at worst.
"This is the simplest way: directly call your grandfather out to ask him, and besides…"
Chen Yi spoke as if he were Mara tempting Siddhartha Gautama:
"Don't you want to see your grandfather one more time? Don't you want him to witness Min Ning and Min Yuechi now, young and accomplished, bringing honor to the family name? Don't you want to hear him praise you once again, don't you want him to teach you another strike with the blade?"
