The Dancing Ghost on the Southern Wall (Part 5)

The runes began to glow as they slowly swirled and rearranged itself into a group of characters. And from these characters, the cultivator was able to translate these characters.

"Well... what did she say?" Wei Zhan asked, as he hastily urged for an answer.

"Zhang Qijie." came the answer.

Silence filled the empty space.

The junior cultivators all stared each other, each one giving a various face of confusion. It appeared none of them were familiar with the name or the woman who was named as such.

All except Du Fu, who's eyes remained on the ghostly woman. His eyes shifted to one of tenderness and empathy, just knowing this woman, no matter who she was, had automatically suffered a traumatic death.

Such was the consequences in their world, regardless of birth right or status.

"Who the hell is that?" Wei Zhan wondered loudly, his voice boisterously breaking the silence.