When Ah Jiu awoke, it wasn't only Wufu who was pleased; those like Yuan Ye, who served closely, also expressed great joy.
Bai Xiaobai prepared a prescription for him, personally brewed it, and served it to him. Before long, Ah Jiu tiredly fell back asleep.
Wufu stepped out of the bedroom and asked Yuan Ye, "Has that dead soldier opened his mouth yet?"
Yuan Ye shook his head, "Not yet, not within such a short time."
"A short time?"
"To be trained into a dead soldier, one must undergo intense training. Their physical and mental resilience surpasses that of ordinary Hidden Guards." Seeing Wufu's dissatisfaction, Yuan Ye explained, "Dead soldiers have no family or personal ties, which means they lack emotional attachments. They don't care for life; dying is an easy thing for them. Training such dead soldiers costs far more silver than that spent on usual guards and Hidden Guards."
