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"": "Luo Bin's heart sank again, but he dared not let anything show on his face.
What was White Oak planning?
Simply bringing them back?
There was no need for him to intervene.
Whether Luo Bin went alone or took a few men with him, that would be enough.
Yet a venerable Yin Spirit Patriarch insisted on accompanying him.
This went far beyond using a cleaver to kill a chicken.
White Oak definitely had an ulterior motive!
Could White Oak have discovered something already?
Luo Bin did not dare voice any objection.
White Oak's emotions remained stable only because the two kinds of Corpse Worm had different needs, and the shift between them kept him calm. The slightest disagreement would let Middle Corpse White overpower Upper Corpse Green.
The other disciples and elders had no objections. Luo Bin made an inviting gesture, signaling for White Oak to follow.
After they left the temple, the night sky remained pitch-black. Moonlight shimmered across the Black Snake River beside them.
Numerous snake heads rose above the water, constantly hissing and flicking their tongues.
Luo Bin took out a Compass-the very one he had obtained from Tang Gaoji.
Using its needle to determine his bearings, Luo Bin headed straight north, upstream along the Black Snake River.
As White Oak followed, his gaze settled on the Compass, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.
It was not that White Oak recognized it. Rather, even a Taoist like him could tell from its quality and caliber that it was no ordinary Fate-Suppressing Object or ritual artifact.
After seven or eight minutes of walking, Witch Doctor Peak lay downstream. The path at the foot of the mountain twisted and wound, and Python Head Temple had long since vanished from sight behind