Delicate and tender palms, Su He had seen them many times before.
Familiar to an extreme.
Looking upward from the palm, however, that sprite-like woman was nowhere to be seen.
Despite searching all around, there was still no sign of her.
Ji Feixue's voice came through, "It's just a defensive measure left behind, not her herself."
Su He, of course, knew it wouldn't be her in person, but he felt that there should at least be some sort of consciousness body, yet there was nothing...
Struggling, Big Freedom Bodhisattva excavated himself from beneath the ground; his flesh body had completely shattered, leaving only a vague and ethereal phantom, floating in the air like smoke or mist, looking up with a face feigning sorrow.
"Amitabha Buddha! It turns out this place already has its master!" Free from the physical body's burden, his vision restored to a Bodhisattva's clarity, allowing him to see even more clearly.
