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"": "Below, Miao Tu led the way, with He Dongsheng behind him.
With his hands clasped behind his back, He Dongsheng grew increasingly confident.
"Finding someone, saving someone-you certainly are willing to risk your life. In a sinister, vicious place like this, you keep wasting the yang fiend blood from the tip of your tongue. Burning through it like this proves you have ability but no composure. You learned the Yin-Yang Arts for nothing."
Whenever he passed bloodstains and saw two crumpled yellow talismans, or even talismans burned down to black ash, He Dongsheng grew more satisfied.
Luo Bin's recklessness was just what he wanted.
The more Luo Bin exhausted himself, the easier he would be to deal with.
Buildings began to appear on either side of the steps.
Scattered footprints were faintly visible on the ground.
As he pondered, He Dongsheng entered a brick building.
Naturally, Miao Tu was beside him.
A few minutes later, the sheepskin curtain was drawn aside.
Miao Tu emerged first, a trace of panic on his face.
He Dongsheng remained perfectly composed, lightly brushing his clothes as though dusting them off.
They continued up the stone steps.
Whenever he found footprints, or even bloodstains outside, He Dongsheng went in to investigate.
At first, Miao Tu looked deeply alarmed, but he gradually regained his composure.
Before they knew it, they had reached the upper stretch of the mountainside. The buildings grew fewer, but each was larger.
Far in the distance, He Dongsheng faintly spotted Luo Bin's swaying figure. He was still moving forward, with no intention of stopping.
He Dongsheng did not immediately advance. Instead, he concealed himself.
Only after Luo Bin disappeared from view did he move forward with Miao Tu.
Time crept by.
Luo Bin entered two more buildings.