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"": "The sunlight grew ever more dazzling.
That face grew ever more indistinct.
That body was likewise too hazy to make out clearly.
Souls feared sunlight.
Therefore, the Old Miao King could not be a ghost!
Yin spirits and yang spirits could appear directly in sunlight.
But the Old Miao King refused to perform yin spirit projection, so that definitely was not yin spirit projection!
That meant...
The Old Miao King...
Had performed yang spirit projection?!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His heart pounded! Strong, powerful beats!
Overwhelming joy brought tears to Luo Bin's eyes!
For so long, almost nothing had gone his way.
Yet Luo Bin let it all go.
He had failed to see through life and death!
The Old Miao King was not dead!
What could possibly be better than that?
Even if he had to suffer another hundred times, he would gladly do it!
Tears of joy slid down his cheeks, some trickling into the corners of his mouth, yet he did not even taste their salty bitterness.
Countless gu worms spread out before him and surrounded him in layer upon layer. Even with wings, he could not have escaped.
"Now that you've reached a dead end, you finally know to cry?" Miao Zi spoke again, a trace of a vicious sneer in his eyes.
He was clearly a top-tier Real Person, yet he wore such an expression.
His current state was almost no different from White Oak's earlier.
Emotion had completely overwhelmed reason. Anger and greed had ruined his cultivation state. Even without corpse worms spilling out, he had little time left.
Miao Zi stepped toward Luo Bin.
Luo Bin ignored him.
He bent slightly, brushed off the hem of his clothes and his trouser legs, then knelt.
He kowtowed toward the window.