At these words, Wang Xian's heart began to race.
He could feel an extremely special power contained within the blood-colored jade pendant. That power seemed to be calling to him, resonating with something inside his body.
"What happened afterward?"
Wang Xian forced his voice to remain calm. "Where did that person go?"
Ku Chan was silent for a long time.
The smell of blood in the void suddenly thickened, suppressing the scent of sandalwood. The Buddha statue's radiance also dimmed several shades.
The prayer beads in the old monk's hand stopped turning. His face flickered between light and shadow.
"Afterward..."
Ku Chan's voice became extremely faint, as if afraid of disturbing something. "I personally watched her walk into this tower."
Wang Xian's breath caught.
"She wasn't imprisoned here..." Ku Chan slowly continued. "She walked in of her own accord. She said she wanted to wait here for someone, to wait for an opportunity..."
"Then you..."
"I followed her here."
Ku Chan spoke frankly. "I wanted to know who she was waiting for and what the secret she spoke of truly was. But not long after I entered, the tower gates closed, and I was trapped here as well. And she..."
Ku Chan looked toward the Buddha statue in the void, a complicated emotion flashing through his eyes.
In a voice so faint it was almost inaudible, he said, "She chose to die in meditation within the tower. She said this was not true death, but a form of Nirvana. She said that when the person she was waiting for arrived, she would awaken on her own."
Wang Xian felt his scalp prickle.
He suddenly realized that this tower, this old monk, and that Buddha statue—everything seemed to have some connection to him.
No. In the blink of an eye, he