Zora had once heard elders speak of supreme experts leaving behind remnants of spiritual will after death, fragments meant to guide or test future generations.
Such remnants, however, were usually passive, incapable of independent action.
What stood before her now clearly surpassed that explanation.
A disciple of Heaven's Gate stared blankly, his voice trembling. "Am I… seeing things?"
His companion swallowed hard, his expression no better. "If you are, then we're both blind."
Fear quietly crept into their hearts. If not for the overwhelming allure of the inheritance, many would have already turned and fled.
"I never liked impolite juniors," the man's statue continued calmly, his stone gaze sweeping across the hall. "Let them leave."
As his words faded, the statue of the woman beside him spoke as well. Her voice was gentle yet carried an unquestionable authority, perfectly matching her elegant appearance. "Indeed. Respect is the most basic qualification."
