Wang Lin looked at the end of the path ahead, the white light that induced fear.
Besides him, everyone else walking on this road stared at where the light came from, and slowly trudged towards their final destination.
Wang Lin could feel that, just like these people, he was within an alternate dimension. He could walk without any hindrance along this avenue, but the others on the road were just marching on the spot.
Passing by person after person, Wang Lin arrived at the two people closest to the white light.
The duo stood side by side, with distinctly different appearances. One was a young monk, with face as pristine as imperial jade, seemingly regal and solemn. He exuded tranquility and was brimming with the essence of intelligence and self-awareness.
Though the vertical crevice at the center of his forehead festered with satanic energy, it did not interfere with the benevolent zen energy emancipating from the monk.
