Xu Zimei shrugged and looked toward the beam of light surrounded by heavy ghostly shadows.
Six figures emerged from within.
Leading them was an elder, followed by five youths and a young girl.
Each had sword-like brows and starry eyes, their beauty captivating.
Most importantly, the powerful aura surrounding them left one awestruck.
Dressed in gray robes, the chest of their attire bore an intricate ghost head symbol.
"Lord Ye Mi," spotting the group, Jiang Mozi hurriedly called out in greeting.
The elder Ye Mi lowered his gaze, looking at Jiang Mozi with a slight frown.
"How did you end up in this state?"
"I was ambushed by this Evil Thought," Jiang Mozi replied shamefully, lowering his head.
"The academy entrusted something so important to you, yet you've ruined it," Ye Mi said indifferently.
"Return to the academy later and face your punishment yourself."
"With this broken body of mine now, what courage do I have to return to the academy?" Jiang Mozi sighed.
