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"": "Top-heavy and unsteady on his feet-that was death-walk physiognomy!
The lamp oil for this primordial Purple Flower Lantern was life!
The life of whoever held and used it!
Only by burning away their yang lifespan to light the purple lantern could they illuminate a living soul!
At that moment, his reflection in the water looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties, hunched over with a sagging back.
His heels could barely stay planted on the ground. He could topple headfirst at any moment!
He turned again and looked outside the Sea-Eye Spring cave.
With one glance, his eyes met those of the many elders.
Every single elder shuddered violently.
There was only one reason!
Tang Gaoji's death had been far too horrifying.
Luo Bin's strength was nowhere near enough.
It was this ritual artifact!
A ritual artifact that had only just been made!
It had allowed a master who had yet to achieve emergence from darkness to kill a Great Master who had, in an utterly overwhelming victory!
With that ritual artifact in Luo Bin's hands, none of them could withstand even a single exchange. Their souls would be scattered in an instant!
At that moment, everyone began backing away.
Luo Bin did not advance. His gaze was cold as it swept over the purple flowers.
In fact, he had looked outside not to see the people, but to see the purple flowers.
He had become trapped in a rigid line of thinking.
The truth had already given him the answer long ago.
He had simply mistaken the purple flowers for white flowers that had not aged enough.
Everything he had experienced so far had told him that age would change things, and that the form in which they existed could change