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"": "The raft slowly drifted downstream.
Only after they had traveled a very long way, until the shore of the Talisman Arts Lineage disappeared from view, did Luo Bin stand.
Xu Lu wiped away his sweat and stood as well.
"See, Mr. Luo... the Little Earth Aspect's people really did get themselves a bargain. They couldn't do anything to them while they were alive, but now that they're dead, doesn't this count as occupying the Talisman Arts Lineage's territory?"
Xu Lu sounded genuinely indignant, with a trace of resentment.
After all, the person standing on the shore earlier had been the reanimated He Huangdao!
Xu Lu had nearly fallen victim to soul seizure.
Given his disposition-every grudge had to be repaid, every resentment vented-not grinding He Huangdao's bones to dust and scattering his ashes was practically an insult to himself.
Luo Bin let out another heavy breath. At that point, he abandoned the idea of entering the Taoist Grounds to scavenge another one or two sources of "lamp oil."
Their haul was already substantial. There really was no need to get greedy and press recklessly ahead.
"That isn't occupation. It's imprisonment. The Little Earth Aspect's three Yin Spirits will suffer day and night, and the same goes for He Huangdao. He's in agony. The Ghost Ferryman has He Dongsheng's and He Qin's souls on his hook, and there's nothing he can do." Luo Bin spoke to soothe Xu Lu.
"That's true. Haha, if you hadn't mentioned it, Mr. Luo, I'd really have forgotten. That Ghost Ferryman is another one who repays every slight. Still, He Huangdao gained quite an advantage. Ah, what an opportunity." Xu Lu shook his head repeatedly.
"An opportunity? Where? I don't see one!" Fourth Master Gray squeaked.
"How isn't it an opportunity?