Ou Lan, Qin Qingnan, and Li Dan were all startled by that pained cry, turning their heads simultaneously to look at the surveillance screen.
Zhan Moxiao was struggling in agony.
He was no longer able to sit peacefully in meditation in the Buddhist hall; it seemed as if there was a tremendous pain and energy within his body that needed to be released. He staggered into the stone chamber hall,
and with a "thump," he knelt on the ground.
Ou Lan stood up abruptly, her eyes fixated tightly on the surveillance screen. She could clearly see Zhan Moxiao's face wrought with pain, large beads of sweat falling down, splashing onto the floor.
The feelings of tenderness in her heart surged forth uncontrollably, like a spring gushing from the ground.
But no sooner had this tenderness begun than she was petrified by the scene before her.
