With more and more students at the Ghost School choosing to follow Chen Ge after he risked everything to save his friends, most of them were only seeking shelter. But the moment they made that choice, something had already begun to change.
"Is this the Ghost School's Will acknowledging me?" The Painter's gaze made Chen Ge feel as if he'd been plunged into an icy sea, but warmth radiated from the students around him. It was a strange sensation, like being wrapped in warm blood, yet not unpleasant.
"If a living person like me gains the Ghost School's Will's acknowledgment, who knows what kind of chaos that'll cause? But I don't have a better option right now."
Chen Ge turned away, forcing himself to stop paying attention to the Painter. The icy feeling across his back slowly faded.
"He didn't notice anything, did he?" After running more than ten meters, Chen Ge glanced out the window again. To his horror, the Painter's dark eyes were still fixed in his direction. But he wasn't looking at Chen Ge—he was staring at his shadow.
The mirror in the sky was almost engulfed by the Blood-colored Storm, yet the Painter still hadn't made a move. He seemed able to paint only ghosts, and the man in the Blood-colored Storm wasn't one.
He hadn't told anyone about this—not even Chang Wenyu.
The mirror grew more and more unstable. The Painter could fight three opponents at once not only because of his own formidable abilities, but, more importantly, because he was drawing on the Ghost School's Will. By constantly dismantling the mirror above him, the symbol of the Ghost School's Will, he had gained power approaching the limits of a Red-Clothed.
"This is getting troublesome." The Painter wrapped the "Canvas" he had torn from himself