Upon hearing the voice, the three hundred boys and girls before him knelt down without hesitation, their faces fervent. "We greet our Lord."
They may have been young, but one thing was crystal clear. Han Xi had found and saved each of them when they were on the brink of death. In Han Xi's words, Zhao Feng had granted them the grace of continued life.
"Rise," Zhao Feng said with a nod and a wave of his hand.
"Thank you, Lord." The three hundred boys and girls rose and looked at Zhao Feng respectfully.
"To all of you," Zhao Feng began, his voice ringing with authority. "I have granted you your lives. In return, your purpose is to become my personal Dead Soldiers.
"From this day forward, you will lose your freedom. You will undergo the most rigorous training and become my agents in the world. Many of you may die during this process.
