Qiao Qingyu thought she was seeing things, so she blinked hard.
Then, she heard a thunderous explosion.
Plumes of dust rose swiftly, along with the startled cries of two children.
Her complexion drastically changed, and she threw down what she had in her hands and ran frantically towards the front.
With a speed she had never possessed before.
It wasn't more than a few tens of meters away, she swept through like the wind, but instinctively screeched to a halt.
At first, she stared in disbelief at everything before her, and then suddenly she threw herself onto the ground.
Ahead, the grassland, which was previously intact, now had a huge hole in it.
Even with the dust obscuring her view, Qiao Qingyu could still see the golden Buddha several meters high, seated on a lotus pedestal.
Majestic and merciful, he looked down upon all beings.
She saw He Xuerong and Li Mingguang sitting in the palm of the Buddha's hand, the two children also looking up at her in a daze.
