Monk Long Jia sensed slightly, even with some difficulty, he turned his head to look at the Buddha statue and then said with certainty, a wise smile on his face: "I suppose he has already gained Venerable Shakyamuni's recognition, which is why the golden radiance of the Buddha statue has dimmed."
Seeing Long Jia being so certain, Xuanzang's worries in his heart also eased, although he still had a bit of unease, but with Long Jia in front, even if something went wrong, he could escape.
If the sky collapses, there would be someone tall to hold it.
Xuanzang, with his thoughts swirling in his mind, did not show any emotion. He slightly bowed and said,
"World Honored One, it seems we are yet another step closer to success."
A rare smile appeared on Long Jia's face. He nodded slightly and said, "As long as everything goes smoothly, then I should be able to get out of trouble."
