He opened his eyes blankly, but they held no trace of life—only emptiness.
He floated silently before Yang An, as if awaiting his command.
"Go. Scout the path for me."
This was just a corpse summoned by a Technique, dead for who knew how long. It had no consciousness of its own, so Yang An felt no guilt or burden in commanding it.
Even if it had been a living person, as a creature summoned by a Technique, Yang An, as the one giving orders, wouldn't have hesitated.
'Aren't summoned creatures meant to serve their masters? Anything that can't follow orders should just be killed. It's not a proper summoned creature at all.'
Upon receiving Yang An's command, the corpse immediately nodded in response, then flew without hesitation toward the spot he indicated.
Yang An remained where he was. Since this was a Forbidden Land, it was bound to be filled with danger. He wanted to use the summoned creature to observe the reactions first.
