The young monk was none other than Wuchen, polite and urbane, making it hard for anyone to form a negative impression of him.
Yet excitement was hard to conceal in his eyes, alongside timidity and stuttering, clearly showing he cared deeply about the life and death of Kuzhu.
His knees were slightly bent; if Chen Shi and Li Tianqing's answers changed, he had two choices: kneel, or flee.
Chen Shi felt a slight stirring in his heart, stepping forward and shouting, "Rebellious disciple, why do you not kowtow when you see your master?"
Monk Wuchen turned pale, his legs turning to jelly with a thud, choosing to kneel.
He did not realize this until his knees touched the ground, and he began to laugh in a low voice.
His laughter grew louder and louder, gradually becoming deafening, completely unconcerned that the sound might attract the mushroom giants.
"In the end, Master still capsized in the gutter when trying to seize your bodies!"
His excitement was no longer concealed, kneeling on the ground and laughing out loud, tears streaming down his face as he laughed. "I'm alive, I'm finally alive! My life is finally in my own hands!"
He roared with laughter, "For all these years I've walked on thin ice, trembling with fear. I couldn't even sleep peacefully, terrified I might never wake up again! At last, my life is mine! Thank you, thank you!"
He kowtowed heavily to Chen Shi and Li Tianqing, his head making loud thuds against the ground.
Chen Shi hurriedly stepped aside, unwilling to accept such a heavy bow, and said, "Kuzhu wanted to seize our bodies, so we plotted to execute him. We weren't trying to save you."
Li Tianqing could not bear to watch, saying, "Senior Brother Wuxin—ah, Senior Brother Wuxin is dead...