"Principal!"
All the Greater Ghosts and students at the academy saw Yan Xizhi. Amid the school ruins ravaged by the torrential rain, the old woman stood at the edge of the Shadow World.
Something seemed to stir the students infected with phobia, and they involuntarily turned toward Yan Xizhi.
The campus had become a wasteland, every building collapsed. Afflicted by the illness, the children were terrified, crying and screaming to escape this place—a place that had once brought warmth to most of Hanhai's orphans and children with disabilities.
When did it become like this? Who hurt my children?
The rain washed away the mud. The old woman did her best to straighten her back. No hardship could knock her down, and her eyes shone like stars in the murky, rain-soaked night.
"Don't be afraid just because life is hard. Don't live in fear just because you've been hurt. Your teacher is here. I'll stay with you, whether you're on a dark road without a single light or underground, tangled in shadows. I will never leave you. That was my promise when you enrolled."
With every sentence Yan Xizhi spoke, her body grew a little more indistinct. The Shadow World was eating away at her, unwilling to let her leave.
"Hande Academy of Letters is more than a school. Situ An will never understand. For those orphans and abandoned babies, this place is their childhood, their earliest memories. It holds their dreams of a home and their untainted kindness."
The Old Principal possessed a very special ability. She usually taught classes in the Grand Auditorium, helping cleanse the students' hearts. She did not need to deliberately activate this ability. Simply being near her brought peace to the heart. Even Big Dog, who had suffered extreme psychological trauma, liked staying by her