Yang Jian sat in a black Grand Tutor Chair. There was another chair opposite him.
Using this method, they had trapped the recipient between the two chairs, leaving him unable to depart. After waiting for a while, that strange and mysterious recipient finally emerged.
It was a blurry figure, but it was still possible to tell that he was sitting opposite Yang Jian, his posture upright.
Only Yang Jian could see this blurry figure; no one else could. They lacked a black Grand Tutor Chair as a medium. Moreover, the figure was becoming increasingly distinct, as though he were seeping through the chair from some unknown supernatural place. Or perhaps Yang Jian himself had also been affected.
Perhaps it was not the recipient who had appeared. To the recipient, Yang Jian might have been the one who appeared instead.
Someone who did not exist in reality seemed to have intersected with reality at this moment.
Yang Jian stared at the person before him.
The blurry figure became increasingly real, and the man's appearance and features gradually emerged.
Before he had fully appeared, Yang Jian was already certain that the recipient was not a ghost.
That was because the face looked somewhat familiar, as though Yang Jian had seen it somewhere before. He searched through fragments of old memories, trying to recall that minor detail.
Where had he seen this person?
No.
More accurately, where had he seen this vaguely familiar face?
"Was he one of the people on the tombstones of the five old graves in the forest behind us?" Yang Jian considered it, but quickly rejected the idea.
There had indeed been several unfamiliar faces in the portraits on those tombstones, but none resembled the man before him. To put it bluntly, none of the memorial portraits on those