While everyone else was examining the withered bones, Shen Bai alone was surveying the surroundings.
He noticed Wuhua's expression, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Wuhua's eyes were wide with astonishment and disbelief.
Clearly, the scene before him defied everything Wuhua knew.
After a moment of thought, Shen Bai asked, "What did you find? These withered bones seem to be related to Xuanxin Temple. Could it be a Monk from your temple?"
Wuhua, still reeling from the shock, came back to his senses at Shen Bai's words. He looked at the withered bones before him, his eyes still filled with disbelief.
"Donor Shen, I can't shake the feeling that these shattered, withered bones… they might belong to our Xuanxin Temple's Ancestor."
"What?" Shen Bai's brow furrowed even deeper. "You're saying these are the bones of Xuanxin Temple's Ancestor? But when your Ancestor passed away, weren't you all present?"
