Yankong watched as Tang Xing resisted with all his might, simply extended his hand with a smile, his finger pointing towards the boy's forehead.
Unable to move his lower body, Tang Xing watched Yankong's finger getting closer, wanting to avoid it but finding that he could not move. Wen Ruolan, who wanted to call for help at his side, couldn't even open her mouth.
This finger wasn't there for more than an instant, yet it felt like eternity. It finally landed on Tang Xing's forehead. The boy only felt a blur before his vision, and the world turned black. Just before everything went dark, he vaguely heard a question in his ear.
"What do you think nirvana should be like?"
Nirvana? That would of course be an abundance of mansions, countless beautiful women, endless delicious food, capable of calling friends at any time, surrounded by loved ones!
