In the evening darkness, within the Bodhisattva's Martial Hall, the collapsed temple ruins flowed with Buddha's radiance, the waters of the Seven Treasures Pool rippled, the Reincarnation Black Lotus gently swayed, and from the Golden Gate engraved with swastika characters, four figures strode out.
"It's actually him." Qin Ming remained calm, staring at the person behind the Buddha Son Miaodi.
The first time he saw this person, he was still a taciturn, bullied, and struggling young man; the next time, his inner spirit was calm, and his demeanor outstanding.
Today, seeing him again, dressed in a black robe, his eyes even deeper, exuding an imposing aura without anger, he had undergone a monumental transformation compared to the past.
