Peering at the half-human half-Buddha youth, Wang Mang's eyes took on a more serious demeanor.
From him, Wang Mang sensed an ancient and holy awe-inspiring aura.
The murmuring whispers echoing in his ears led to the sudden emergence of a voice within Wang Mang's mind.
Enlighten others, transcend tribulation, enlighten oneself.
This sentence resonated continuously in Wang Mang's mind.
For a moment, Wang Mang stood frozen on the spot, with occasional flashes of golden light in his eyes.
A serene aura, which should not have appeared within Wang Mang, was slowly emanating from within his body.
At the same time, Wang Mang's facial expression began to soften, giving off a feeling as though being bathed in a pleasant spring breeze.
"Hehehe, this time's enemy is much weaker than before."
"Intellectually as well."
The half-Buddha face began to contort, contrasting awkwardly with the other half that was expressionless.
Two completely different powers exuded from his being.
