The Professor Arrives! How Should I Answer So As Not to Angrily Faint the Professor?

Shen Le reverently carried the Storage Box, seawater and all, over to the Buddha statue. He sent his spiritual power inside and swept through it quickly, immediately bursting with joy:

They were Buddha's hands!

They were all Buddha's hands!

Inside, the long, branching pieces crisscrossed every which way. There was no need to ask—they were all Buddha's hands. He had finally found the Buddha statue's missing parts!

Beside him, the Buddha statue quietly expressed its delight as well. Every broken point on each Buddha's hand glowed brilliantly, the radiance of its spirituality even spilling out until it was visible to the naked eye.

Gu Yulin and several Special Affairs Bureau personnel were greatly astonished. They circled the Buddha statue once, then again, taking photos and measuring it with instruments.

When the portable spirituality meter was pressed against it, the numbers began climbing steadily. The rise was not fast, but it was stable—several points per second, then several more the next second...

"You really found them?"

"Are they all here?"

"Could there be more down below? Should we dive down and retrieve more?"

The Special Affairs Bureau personnel, along with Old Sea Turtle and his wife, all bombarded him with questions.

Shen Le shook his head slightly.

"I don't know. I'll ask it—"

"Ask who?"

Shen Le had already sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly. His spiritual power connected with the Buddha statue, resonating with the Buddha's hands in the box beside it, while he silently thought:

"Match yourselves up—match the broken ends of the Buddha's hands with the hands beside you. If anyone's missing, tell me right away. Don't wait until we've sailed back and realize we have to come all the way here to retrieve more!"

The humming of the Buddha statue and the Buddha's hands fell