The audience was baffled.
Why had the demeanor and speech of the red-haired judge changed so drastically, as if he was a different person?
"What's going on!"
"Look at that expression, what exactly is..."
"How did he achieve enlightenment on the spot!"
The venue was in an uproar.
Yan Qi, Karl, and Tiqie Xianzuowen stood near the bamboo boat, equally astonished by what they witnessed.
To them, the transformation of the red-haired judge seemed from the inside out.
Internally, it was about Spirit, at the level of the soul.
The external demeanor and behavior were just a facade; the crux was the decadence inside being swept away. As a result, the red-haired judge naturally exuded the presence of an enlightened monk.
They then turned their solemn gaze back to the four-colored "Soul Suppressing Buns" on the bamboo boat.
Their eyes rippled like the undulating surface of a river.
"Whoosh—"
The bamboo boat seemed to shoot through the turbulent river in their vision.
