White Impermanence stood ready, Mourning Staff in hand, prepared to strike the moment anything emerged from the room.
Black Impermanence held the Soul-Detaining Lock, equally alert. The two of them stared fixedly ahead, shielding Li Che and the other three behind them.
Li Che was genuinely terrified. He had never encountered a scene so bizarre. He would have felt better if a ghost had simply appeared—he had seen enough ghosts in his time—but this state of existing between man and spirit was what truly chilled him.
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