Returning to Truth's lingering disaster...
"Are you the disciple of Qian Wanqiu?" Jing Qiu looked at Kong Ming.
Kong Ming raised his head to verify something, his gaze meeting Jing Qiu's, and he was instantly drawn into the scene within the latter's eyes, seemingly sinking into it, floating and unsteady with the worldly dust.
In that glance, he saw evil clouds rolling, fire waves lingering, endless spiritual projections loitering, wandering...
Kong Ming instinctively stepped back.
The Dao rhyme around him flickered, pulling him out of this attraction, leaving a sense of inexplicable joy in his heart.
Indeed, it is that person!
Back then, Master had mentioned that even he was momentarily shaken when he directly confronted that person's eyes, drawn by the vision within, as if witnessing the annihilation of worlds.
"Junior was taught by Master Miaofa and has met the World Venerable." Kong Ming clasped his hands respectfully.
