Had he been discovered?!
Wang Ba's heart jolted.
As far as he knew, the Buddhist School excelled at listening to people's hearts and possessed spells and Divine Abilities specifically for seeing through their thoughts, such as Telepathy.
That was why he had done his utmost to suppress his thoughts from the moment he entered. He had practiced Passion Refining Peak's Supreme Refining Emotions Art, which could smooth away stray thoughts and prevent others from sensing what was on his mind.
But from the look of things, he had slipped up somewhere without knowing it, and an opening had still been detected.
His thoughts raced.
At the same time, the bald young man Puyuan's voice slowly sounded outside, carrying a trace of cold severity:
"This disciple failed to notice. Please forgive me, Bodhisattva... I shall invite this person out at once."
He deliberately emphasized the word "invite."
Bodhisattva Zhikong, however, said nothing. Whether this meant tacit approval or anger was unknown.
Everything outside fell silent at once, so silent that it was almost frightening.
All he could hear around him was the distant wind, mingled with faint Buddhist chanting, laughter, sobbing, and mournful cries...
Solemn, yet filled with an unknown eeriness.
Wang Ba's heart sank slightly. At the same time, he refined away each stray thought and emotion in his heart, leaving only absolute calm, like a pool of empty, still water, without sorrow or joy, reflecting wisdom.
The fact that they had not dragged him straight out meant that, although they might have sensed his presence, they did not know where he was.
They might not even be certain he existed.
This was his only chance.
At this point, he could only trust that the Wind-Driving Staff would live up to its reputation as a supreme-grade, perfected Primordial Dao Treasure