After a long while, Li Guanshi took a deep breath.
Like exhausting all her strength, she slowly raised her jade-like hand.
"From now on—farewell!"
As these final words fell, her palm sliced down fiercely.
The Karma Line connecting her to Jiang Shouzhong scattered into countless thin threads, which then broke one by one.
With each thread severed, blood seeped from the corner of Li Guanshi's mouth.
As the last thin thread of karma completely snapped, Li Guanshi's long black hair transformed into white. Her skin turned as pale and transparent as white paper, even the fine blood vessels beneath were clearly visible.
This time, the Karma Line did not reconnect.
And within the woman's eyes, there was a hint of indifference.
"Master said that if one's heart is clouded, one should use Guanshi as a mirror. If the mortal world collapses, Guanshi must be used as a chime."
