The mountain-sized Buddha Statue dissolved into a skyful of specks of light, gradually turning transparent.
Chen Chong descended from midair along with those lights.
He looked around and saw countless faces flickering in and out of view within them.
Almost every speck of light held a different face, and there were far more than ten thousand of those golden lights filling the sky like fireflies.
Chen Chong landed steadily on the ground and looked up.
Those lights were very likely all the people, both inside and outside the Ruin Rift, who had been deeply affected by the Joyful Buddha.
For some reason, he felt that He Bufan's face must be among them.
As Chen Chong continued searching, Qiao Qinglian landed beside him with a thud.
His feet touched the ground, but then he stumbled and pitched forward.
Chen Chong swiftly reached out with both hands and caught his arm. Frowning at his unnaturally flushed face, he asked, "President, how are you feeling?"
Qiao Qinglian glanced at him. His eyes seemed unable to focus, and he squinted hard.
Still, he gripped Chen Chong's arm and straightened up, then clapped him hard and laughed. "Me? I feel great! Hahaha!
"We've dealt with this huge threat to all of Lichuan, the Green Shirt Society has an outstanding young man like you, and Qing has done me proud too. What do I have to feel bad about?
"Chen Chong, it really was all thanks to you. Without you, I might not have been able to deal with that damned thing! I knew you were outstanding, but you've truly exceeded my expectations, both in how fast you've improved and how far you've come-good, wonderful! Cough, cough-"
He coughed hard twice, then caught his breath before continuing, "And thanks to you saving me a little strength,