The seemingly calm voice brought a terrifying aura to the surrounding mist, as if even the space trembled with it.
"White Bone Bodhisattva?! Wasn't it long since fallen?!"
"At that time, the seven of us took action and took care of it; why would the Daoist Lord say such words?!"
"Is it possible that the White Bone Demon isn't dead? Could it be parasitized in one of us?!"
For a moment, the seven exchanged glances, subtly stepping back a certain distance, with various thoughts emerging in their eyes, and their facial expressions turned to surprise.
Back then, they personally took care of White Bone Bodhisattva; however, now the Daoist Lord tells them, the formidable existence that had already fallen is still alive, even having returned.
The shock and impact this brought them were unimaginable for a moment.
It was extraordinarily shocking.
