"This is--someone extremely foreign, who has abilities that bear little resemblance to conventional cultivation. And even less to demonic cultivation, of course. But A-Yao, there is something I really must speak with you in private about first." 

"Oh?" 

"In private, A-Yao," he all but snaps. 

"...Right," he says, smile fading. He turns to the other visitor. "If you wouldn't mind waiting, I can show you to a room where you can do so comfortably." 

"Of course."

He leads him off to a comfy waiting room and leaves with Lan Xichen. 

These people have excellent silencing spells; he doesn't hear any shouting at all. 

They return a little more than half an hour later, Jin Guangyao looking a little upset and subdued and Lan Xichen looking unhappy and troubled.

Raafi looks from one to the other. "...is there anything I can do?"

"No. But thank you." 

"All right. Uh, names - the title for clerics of Fharlanhgn is 'Traveler', my translation magic is struggling with my name a bit but 'Traveler Raafi' sounds at least more correct, to me, if you'd like to introduce me that way. Or just 'Traveler', I'm addressed that way often enough at home."

"Traveler Ruafei," he tries.

"Sounds good to me," he nods.

Then they can go in and see a man in elaborate golden robes who is lounging on a very elaborate chair and not-so-subtly perving on attractive female servants while his wife glares at him. 

The man is initially skeptical but he's willing to have Raafi's impossible outworld magic demonstrated and once it has been he is suddenly paying MUCH MORE ATTENTION and yes would very much like his son (and daughter-in-law) back and yes they have diamonds. 

"I'm prepared to do that today," Raafi nods. "I'd like to know a little more about them first, though, on general principles - what they were like, how they died, that sort of thing."

Jin Zixuan was honorable and brave. Jiang Yanli was kind and gentle. They were both horribly murdered by Yiling Laozu.

Raafi accepts this without particular comment, and explains that he'll need the diamonds, his own payment, some small part of the remains - a lock of hair would be ideal but anything works - a place to work, and an assistant: by default the restored person wakes up almost immediately, but he prefers to leave them asleep for a few moments when resurrecting for people who aren't familiar with the process; the assistant is to put a magic blanket over them as he finishes the spell, which will keep them asleep for a little while. They might want to have clothes on hand for them, too, and anything else that they might want immediately.

Diamonds and an assistant can be provided immediately; digging up the deceased's ashes will take a little while. 

Of course. Do they mind if he looks around a little while he's waiting? They've got some gorgeous architecture here.

Yes, yes they do. (Have gorgeous architecture, not mind.)

He doesn't go far; they'll find him sitting on the steps sketching a particularly interesting flying eave when they're ready for him.

It takes a couple of hours but then a servant comes to find him. 

He follows the servant to the place they've set up for him, checks that everything is in order and explains to his assistant what to do with the blanket, and casts. It's ten minutes of chanting, which he's warned them of, in his strangely-accented foreign speech. The offering disappears, eventually, replaced by a body on the mattress where he sprinkled the ashes given to him, clothed in a plain white shirt and pants. He anoints it with holy water at forehead, hands, and feet, and nods to the assistant to cover it with the blanket, still chanting. There's an odd sense of presence, of being watched, in the final few seconds, and as he comes to the end of his incantation, the body takes a breath.

The sect leader's wife's hands go to her mouth as she blinks back tears. 

"There you go," he says, speaking quietly. "You can take the blanket off whenever you're ready."

"Can you do his wife, too, first...? He died before she did, if he wakes up and she's gone he'll be distressed."

"I only have the one blanket, so she'll wake up as soon as the casting is done. But if you think it best, of course." And he repeats the process.