"It's you again, the troublemaker who disturbs my dreams. Since you want to find him and don't wish to be separated, why not stay here with him forever? Anyway, his fragile soul has been taken in by me, you can't take it away, and it will disperse once outside the tomb." The authoritative voice didn't seem too angry but was just stating a fact.
The armor seemed extremely tense, stepping back a few steps, the plates on his body clinking. He anxiously said, "No, my lord, please forgive him. He will leave soon, I'll persuade him to go, and I won't leave here, always following you. Please let him go, I beg you."
The authoritative voice did not answer Wei Ya, but suddenly cursed hatefully, "That scoundrel actually dares to..."
Before finishing the words, the voice had already disappeared.
Silence returned once more around them.
"My lord?" Wei Ya tentatively called out.
No response.
