Chen Bufan cast aside his pride and begged humbly.
"Please, let the Bodhisattva descend upon me..."
For Su Meier, he was willing to do anything.
Even if it meant becoming the bald man he despised most, even if Su Meier no longer recognized him.
Seeing him in such a wretched state, the man in white sneered disdainfully.
"Only now you think of taking the tonsure? Too late! The Bodhisattva's chosen vessel isn't for us to decide. He has already abandoned you. You're nothing but a useless piece of trash now!"
With that, killing intent flashed through the white-robed man's eyes. He raised his hand, intending to strike Chen Bufan dead with a single palm.
"Wait!" the High Priest suddenly said, stopping him.
The man in white looked at the High Priest in confusion.
The High Priest shook his head and said gravely, "We still haven't confirmed whether the Bodhisattva has found another suitable vessel. Keep him alive. He may still prove useful."
Hearing this, the man in white reluctantly withdrew his hand and snorted coldly. "Consider yourself lucky."
Then he grabbed Chen Bufan by the collar and carried him toward the surface of Dark Yin Star as though he were a chick.
Midway through the flight, the man in white glanced down at Chen Bufan and froze.
Chen Bufan was frantically tearing out his own hair with his hands, ripping out clump after clump of black hair by force.
In mere moments, he had gone bald.
Chen Bufan chanted madly in his heart: Bodhisattva, please, choose me.
I've taken the tonsure. I've severed every worldly tie.
I will surely become your most perfect vessel. Please, let me bring Meier back to life.
His wickedly handsome face looked even more bewitching paired with his bald head, carrying a peculiar charm that