A green thread connected to Wen Buwan at one end, while the other extended deep into the void!
Wen Buwan, who had been teaching the profound truths of Buddhism, stopped. She raised her head slightly, her lovely eyes fixed on the void at the thread's other end.
Countless people followed Wen Buwan's gaze and looked toward the void.
Yet a faint smile suddenly rose on Wen Buwan's face, as beautiful as a lotus blossoming.
She parted her crimson lips, and obscure incantations spilled from her mouth.
The life-and-death thread on her body grew brighter and brighter!
Waves of an aura unique to the Great Dao of Creation burst forth from Wen Buwan.
The green thread, so thin it was almost invisible, thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Three breaths later, the green thread withdrew entirely into Wen Buwan's body, and He Pingsheng, bound to its other end, fell before her with a thud.
He Pingsheng's face was filled with fury and anguish, his body and mind consumed by pain.
He lay in Wen Buwan's arms just like that, unable to move, as though all the strength in his body had been drained away.
Wen Buwan gently reached out her jade-like hand and stroked his cheek twice. Then she smiled faintly and said, "Brother... this day has come at last!"
He Pingsheng struggled, trying to say something.
But Wen Buwan pressed two jade-like fingers against his lips and said, "Brother, you needn't say anything!"
"We will meet again. I hope you will wait for my reincarnation, Brother!"
With that, Wen Buwan gave He Pingsheng that peerless smile once more.
Trembling, He Pingsheng sat up in her arms and reached out to stroke her temple.
But the instant his fingers touched Wen Buwan's skin, her entire body broke apart