What shocked her to the core was something else entirely.
Knife wounds covered her entire body as if some inexplicable thing had gently licked her all over, spreading a strange itchiness throughout her flesh.
Under normal circumstances, this would not happen. After all, this was in the midst of battle, where the tense atmosphere would prevent her from harboring any thoughts of straying from the path of asceticism. However, the situation at hand had surpassed her expectations.
She felt her body growing hotter, engulfed by an emotion she had never felt before, involuntarily leading her thoughts to stray to unwelcome things.
Ghost People...
The Ghost People under her command were undergoing a transformation!
And it was a transformation towards a certain kind of desire!
Within the Nine Yin Sect, almost absolute asceticism prevailed, an ethos that suppressed the innate instincts of its members, tormenting their minds, yet such torment was part of the cultivation of one's spirit.
