Hearing the Emperor of Siqi's words, Bai Lingmiao's hands slowly clenched into fists, her expression becoming increasingly ugly, as she seemed to struggle to stand firm.
"The Pure Land is real," Wu Sheng's mother had said so herself, and her own family was living there now, enjoying a carefree life.
After her death, she would be able to reunite with them, something Bai Lingmiao was very certain and believed in.
But when this belief she held so firm was pitted against the lives of one million eight hundred thousand people, Bai Lingmiao's heart began to twist in turmoil.
"If the Pure Land is real, then death is merely a move to another place to live. If that's the case, then why... why am I so resistant?"
