"...The plastic surgery turned out pretty well, huh?" Tyrant Dragon reached out and pinched his face, unable to hold back his amazement. "But you only notice how fake this damn Buddha Child's face is when you look at it up close!"
Di Qinglong said sourly, "Mind your social distance."
Tyrant Dragon shrugged. After stepping back, he casually picked up the Crystal Box containing the original Three Worlds Buddha Child and examined it as though it were some kind of insect. "What now? What are you planning to do next?"
"Yeah, Zhu Guo, are you going to change back later?" ...That was the idiot White Dragon's question.
"Old Zhu, you're wearing the Three Worlds Buddha Child's appearance now. Is that okay?" asked Sun Lanbao.
Di Qinglong looked at Sun Lanbao. "The few masters' technique should be reliable... But the key is that appearance alone isn't enough. The longer you imitate the Three Worlds Buddha Child, the more flaws there will be. Still, it should be enough to rescue someone... You two, stand aside first."
Tyrant Dragon and the two members of the Band of Fugitives nodded.
At that moment, Master Old Wang and the others acted as though they had not heard the idiot White Dragon call out Zhu Guo at all. They crouched miserably to one side.
They could not go back anymore. They could only follow this path to the bitter end.
"Come in!" Di Qinglong sat directly on the golden silk prayer mat and called out in the Three Worlds Buddha Child's voice.
Thus, under the terrified gazes of the masters, the bald men in white robes hurried inside. When they saw the Three Worlds Buddha Child, they all froze for a moment, but did not find it particularly surprising.
Although the person before them was the Buddha