Under the Yellow Spring, forget the journey to the river.
Zen Master Lingguo clasped his palms together, turned around and walked into the river without saying anything.
In Victor Shi's eyes, there was nothing above the dark and turbid river water. It was like there was an invisible bridge under Zen Master Lingguo's feet, allowing him to smoothly walk into the thick fog on the other side of the river and gradually disappear.
"Reincarnation..."
Someone let out a long sigh.
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