They were unwilling to leave, nor willing to abandon Nie Shuang.
Not a single soul was burnt to death by the Anger-fire, and Yu Ziqing didn't know whether it was because his sweet rain was mixed in with the falling rain, the chance of transformation took effect, or the fire's specificity was too strong. Anyway, it's not important anymore.
Yu Ziqing opened his mouth, wanting to persuade them that even if they transformed into hungry ghosts, they could still follow Nie Shuang.
But when the words reached his lips, he just couldn't bring himself to say them.
He didn't see a problem, but others might not feel the same way.
This was their resolution.
Yu Ziqing bowed with a clasped hands salute in return.
"Now that the dust has settled here, if you like, you can transform at any time, I won't persuade you further."
Nie Shuang took out a Big Seal and handed it to Yu Ziqing.
"I am already dead, no longer fit to wield this Seal."