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"": "The three continued across the snow. Luo Bin said no more, and Xu Lu also grew exceptionally quiet. As for Bai Xian, she lacked their analytical abilities, so naturally she kept silent too.
Luo Bin and Rinpoche had come by car, but Luo Bin was not retracing their route now.
He still had no idea what Kong An, wearing Tulku Gonpo's skin, was really up to. They had to be extremely cautious.
"Still, Mr. Luo, I have a few questions."
Xu Lu really could not keep his mouth shut. "What exactly happened on Sawu Mountain? Did you really die once? You even had to use this old fleshly shell?"
An image suddenly flashed before Luo Bin's eyes.
That oppressive, cramped Mountain Rift.
He even recalled the moment his fontanel had been forcibly pried open!
The pain seemed branded into his heart.
"Couldn't you at least wait until we're safe before asking Mr. Luo?" Bai Xian spoke up.
"Uh... right, right! Haha, I couldn't help myself! Miss Xian, you know how it's been. All this time, I've only had those big black lumps to recite scriptures to. Ah, it's been so long since I last saw Mr. Luo. I've got a whole bellyful of things to say." Xu Lu's face was wreathed in smiles.
In just these few moments, Xu Lu had put their present crisis entirely out of his mind. He truly was an optimist.
Luo Bin merely managed a faint smile without changing his pace.
They had moved far away from the Daren Lama Temple.
A town came into view.
Dawn was just breaking. They could vaguely make out people emerging from the town, but those were neither ordinary residents nor tourists.
Their heavy, dark vermilion Monk's Robes revealed their identities.
"Hexagram positions!" Xu