Yisaner glanced at the Tomb Ghost standing by, a hint of apology in his eyes.
"After so many years, you're still the only one guarding my tomb. In the end, you've turned into a Tomb Ghost. I have nothing to offer in return, and all I can do is set you free. From today onwards, you need not guard this place anymore.
In the name of the Faceless Man Yisaner, I grant you freedom."
The Tomb Ghost's expression was solemn, a light shining in his eyes as he gave a bow.
"Sir, I follow you willingly. My willingness to guard the tomb is also voluntary. I've never lost my freedom."
Hearing these words, a trace of pain surfaced in Yisaner's eyes.
The more he encountered such loyal people, the more it pained him now.
He had longed for death, wishing to perish completely with Dadui in his heart. Unfortunately, that anger burned in his chest, endlessly fueling him. His Vitality Fire had long extinguished, yet he couldn't find peace.
