As Chu Sheng's words fell, the entire hall fell silent.
Everyone stared fixedly at him.
Time seemed to freeze at that very moment.
The High Priest stared blankly at Chu Sheng. After a full three breaths, his face suddenly turned deathly pale.
"You... you're not the Bodhisattva!"
Chu Sheng nodded solemnly. "I am the Bodhisattva."
"You are not!!!" the High Priest roared furiously.
"Tsk, so I couldn't fool you after all."
Chu Sheng spread his hands helplessly. "Fine, I really am not your so-called White Bone Bodhisattva."
The moment those words fell, the entire hall erupted.
Every white-robed figure sprang to their feet in unison.
They looked at one another, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.
If he was not the Bodhisattva, how could he regenerate after having his head severed???
At the side, Venerable Chen and Zhao Lingxi were equally stunned.
Zhao Lingxi opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. After repeating this several times, she finally forced out a sentence.
"The White Bone Bodhisattva... didn't descend? Chu Sheng is still the same Chu Sheng?"
Venerable Chen also looked utterly bewildered and nodded instinctively.
"It seems... that's the case."
Then, both of them let out long sighs of relief.
However, while everyone was immersed in their own emotions, Wei Cang's expression turned incomparably ugly.
He frowned, his gaze flickering uncertainly.
If the White Bone Bodhisattva had not descended, then who here could possibly be a match for Venerable Chen?
They really had been saved.
But the problem was, he had already switched sides...
Not only that, he had just insulted Zhao Lingxi and Zhao Qiyuan in front of everyone.
And now?
Now you were telling him the White Bone Bodhisattva's descent had failed?
Useless trash!
Everyone in the White Bone Holy Hall was useless trash!