There, it has calmed down, like a lakeside, like an ancient well, utterly motionless, yet the residual waves of divine power linger in the air, like floating dust.
Wen Yuqing's aura fluctuations remain as well.
With blood and tears blurring his vision, Chen Pingping keeps wiping them away, and as he sways, he seems to see his master's figure.
She stands quietly within the Dead Sea, a long gown fluttering like a fairy, with an ethereal temperament, and when she smiles, it's as if a hundred flowers bloom, making even the heavens and earth pale in comparison.
Her form is slender, her posture graceful, as she steps towards Chen Pingping, teasing with a smile: "Young man, you cry so ugly!"
"Wah wah..." He couldn't help but cry loudly, like a child.
"Pingping, don't cry!" Wen Yuqing continued, "A man should be able to stand tall and firm, how can you cry?"
"Wah wah..."
