Influenced by this strange sight, the woman's originally enchanting face was gradually covered by a sacred and inviolable radiance. Her eyes and brows gained a detached purity and solemnity, almost resembling a Bodhisattva or Buddha.
"Is it happening?"
In the midst of it, the suddenly lucid Luo Wanqing was shaken, her expression becoming excited.
However, in the next moment, an unexpected change occurred.
The golden wheel trembled slightly, as if it was being restrained by an invisible and mysterious force.
Before Luo Wanqing could react, Jiang Shouzhong, who should have been restrained, suddenly turned over, his eyes blood red, and their positions reversed.
"Jiang—"
The woman's eyes widened, about to speak, but then reverted to her former state.
Soon, Luo Wanqing passed out.
—
When Jiang Shouzhong groggily woke up, he found himself still within the Bitter Fire Hell prison, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
