Lan Zhang had no trouble recognizing you after you were resurrected. Almost immediately, it was even a little frightening, as if he had been looking for you all along. But that's exactly what he was doing. Even in a different body, with a different voice, with a new name, he recognized you in your little habits of facial expressions or features. He always acted so subtly, as if of an extra-human level. And even now if the expression on his face was unreadable, like that of a beautiful statue, though his heart threatened to break his ribcage from the emotions that came with your return.

Thirteen years, thirteen years, he thought you were completely lost, unable to even summon your spirit. Lan Wanzi could not accept your death all these years and now you sat before him. There was too much emotion, but not a single muscle on his face trembled.

"I'll pay for us." As always, the cultivator said laconically as he watched you order dinner at the tavern. He still remembered your death and his grief afterward. And this time, Lan Zhang won't let you die again