Mirror World.
Amidst the mist, verdant mountains stretched all the way to the horizon.
Majestic buildings were scattered among the mountains, shining with golden light under the sun's rays, exuding a sacred aura.
At this moment, as the melodious sound of bells echoed through the valley, Master Tianlian stood atop a high tower at Shi Lin Temple, looking at the mountain scenery before him and smiling slightly, "It's been a long time since I last visited Tianming City, yet it seems even more prosperous than before."
An elder by his side spoke, "If it wasn't for your guidance back then, Master, our sect wouldn't have overcome our decline so quickly."
"Today, we've asked you here again to inquire if there's any way to stabilize the land prices..."
Just then, Master Tianlian's expression changed abruptly, turning his gaze to the Buddha Beads on his wrist.
One of the beads had suddenly turned blood-red, as if it had been soaked in fresh blood for a long time.
