Everything proceeded precisely as Xuanwu had anticipated. Just as the murmurs began to die down, someone shouted something that pushed the atmosphere in the courtyard to a fever pitch once again.
"If you ask me, this Elder Abbot Xuanwu might even be an impostor hired by that old bastard Wujie! Otherwise, with the abbot's heaven-defying abilities, how could he possibly fail to sense the God and Demon physique? Besides, you people have the Tongtian Mirror, your temple's supreme treasure—checking whatever you want is just a matter of saying the word!"
This remark struck precisely at the doubts lingering in Xuanwu’s own heart. Ever since that previous encounter, he had been utterly unable to sense the aura of the demonic physique; to this day, Xuanwu still believed the demonic physique was dead.
Chapter 582