The Lama of Wisdom held his Buddha Beads, a serene smile hanging on his face, as if all the worldly things were under his control. He slightly raised his head, with a hint of arrogance in his gaze, emitting an aura he considered superior to others.
However, when that finger piercing through the dark clouds appeared, his smile shattered like exquisite glass in an instant.
The finger penetrated the thick cloud layer, slowly extending with an unknown power.
When the finger fell, there was no imagined world-destroying grandiose momentum, no earth-shaking tremor, just plain and simple, yet carrying an unstoppable force, slowly pressing down towards the position of the Lama of Wisdom.
