Luo Bisheng drove onto the airport expressway and called Liu Xinyu.
"Brother Xinyu, I've dropped my brother off at the airport."
"Mm, good." It was quiet in the background on Liu Xinyu's end. "What's wrong? You don't sound right. Worried?"
"It's just..." Luo Bisheng held the wheel with one hand. "My brother barely talks, and he's obviously got no energy. Seeing him like that gives me the creeps."
There was a pause on the other end.
"Don't worry. I talked to Qishan last night. Xiaoliang isn't weak right now. He's steady. Steadier than ever-no, stronger than ever."
Luo Bisheng pressed his lips together. "Brother Xinyu, speak plain English. What does that mean? You might as well be speaking classical Chinese!"
Liu Xinyu chuckled. "All right, let me ask you this. If it were you, if this happened to you, would you livestream?"
"No." Luo Bisheng answered without hesitation.
"Then what would you do?"
"Stay with her. Stay by her side and talk to her. At most, I'd call you all over to help."
"There you go," Liu Xinyu said. "Qishan said vow power is greater than karma. One person's thoughts might be insignificant, but numbers add up. Xiaoliang's livestream was about harnessing that momentum. On the other side of the screen, out of all those thousands upon thousands of people, the vast majority would say, 'Wake up soon, Zijin.' Think about that force yourself. Isn't it powerful? Whether Zijin wakes up in the end or not, Xiaoliang has done everything he could. Over ten million people supported Zijin in their hearts. Isn't that incredible? Isn't your brother strong?"
"Vow power is greater than karma," Luo Bisheng repeated. "Then what is vow power, and what is karma?"
"It comes from Buddhism. Vow power is the guiding force born of a sincere