After an unknown period of time, Lin Yan suddenly woke up as if he had discovered something abnormal in a nightmare.
When he opened his eyes again, Lin Yan realized that he was on a white lake that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a thin layer of fog around him. The light was gentle and tame, making him feel at ease and calm.
"There's something else in my mind…"
"Young friend…"
Lin Yan turned his head. On the white lake beside him, old monk Wang Yue was sitting there with a gentle gaze.
"You…"
"There's not much time left. We should start…"
As soon as he finished speaking, seven thin golden halos flickered in seven places on the surrounding white lake. Seven monks with different appearances appeared, but they were all incomparably old.
"Wang Yue…"
"Wang Yue…"
"It's actually not you…"
"We're the same, the same…"