The aura emanating from the woman behind the door was completely different from that of the other top-tier Red-Clad Specters. It was an absolute evil. When anyone's gaze fell upon her, they couldn't help being drawn in, slowly sinking until they lost themselves.
She was dangerous. Everyone who saw her knew it. And yet no one fled. The moment they laid eyes on her, their bodies stopped obeying them.
"Zhang Ya..."
Sitting on the cold floor of the Ghost School, his fingers stained with sticky blood, Chen Ge suddenly felt something strange. It was as if the figure reflected in his eyes wasn't a Red-Clad Specter, but rather the embodiment of some human emotion.
She was right there in his eyes, so real, yet utterly untouchable.
Chen Ge wasn't the only one feeling this strange sensation. The Ghost School's other three top-tier Red-Clad Specters were acting strangely too. Their unconscious reactions were nothing like those of beings encountering one of their own. They were more like fish from shallow waters coming face-to-face with a colossal beast rising from the deep.
"I remember a legend connected to Spirit Channeling School."
"There's a name in this school that must never be spoken. Everything connected to her is taboo."
"Some say she's the Door Pusher. Others say she killed the Door Pusher."
The Painter looked at his final painting. The confused, diminutive ghostly figure in it was glancing all around.
"I made one mistake. This painting should have been saved for her." The black arm behind the Painter detached from his body as he voluntarily stripped the Will of the Ghost School from himself.
"You're giving up?" The man in the Blood Mist looked as if he could weep. Most of his body had already merged with the Blood Mist. He had paid