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"": "Shut up!" Tang Hui's eyes widened as he shouted Tang Heshou down.
Tang Heshou merely looked at Luo Bin with contempt, his face, covered in age spots, brimming with mockery.
The other elders looked shocked and uncertain. They kept signaling Tang Heshou with their eyes, but he ignored them and continued staring at Luo Bin.
"Come on, kill me with the Three-Altar Yin-Slaying Sword, too."
"Assert your authority again. Make them all fear you, and you can keep up your hypocrisy."
"But you'll still live in fear day and night, until the Three-Altars Abbey Master finds you and tears your organs out while you're still alive, exposing your true face in the Corpse Prison! You'll have nowhere to hide!"
Tang Heshou spoke again, his voice cold.
"Shut your mouth!" Tang Hui was truly furious now. "Elders, heed my command! Seize Tang Heshou and lock him in the Hanging Prison!"
Luo Bin raised his hand.
The elders who were about to step forward stopped at once, their eyes even more uncertain.
Then Luo Bin said, "A few words from him won't hurt."
"I never claimed to be anyone. I believed what Tang Gaoji told me. The truth simply turned out to be disappointing. Carry on with your preparations."
The elders exchanged glances, but most of them let out long sighs of relief.
Tang Hui's eyelids kept twitching, and beads of sweat continued forming at his temples.
Yet he noticed something was wrong.
Luo Bin hadn't acted like this earlier, had he?
Before, Luo Bin had been unyielding, decisive and ruthless. Why had he suddenly softened?
Tang Heshou frowned as well, as though he couldn't figure out what Luo Bin was up to.
"Go set up the formation," Tang Hui finally said.
Only then did the elders