"One of the Saint Heirs?"
Regarding the identity of Master Bodhi, Xia Liu felt a sense of intrigue.
This guy seemed exceptionally shrewd on the surface.
As expected, upon seeing his own portrait,
he should be able to discern, just like Xue Wuying, that he was maliciously framed.
Yet, he showed no attempt to conceal his intent to kill at this moment.
His entire body was filled with a battle intent nearly at its peak.
With such a state,
it was truly surprising that he was the Saint Heir of the Bodhi Sect, Xia Liu thought.
"Are you that Demonized Cultivator? You don't seem too impressive; reveal your demonic side, let me transcend you with Prajna Holy Energy."
Master Bodhi waved his hands, his robe moving without wind, exuding an air of grace.
Simply put, it was quite the show.
This scene made Xue Wuying envious beyond measure.
Unfortunately, in Xia Liu's eyes, it seemed like a sick man, somewhat childish, and foolish.
