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"": "There was a small detail here: Luo Bin had altered his face.
On the journey, he had used needles to lift several points around his brows, cheekbones, and cheeks.
With his current mastery of the Yin-Yang Arts, those few minor adjustments were enough to change his facial reading.
Bai Wei did not recognize this face.
But he had encountered too much on the way up, taken in too much information, and wasted too much time. All of it had left him somewhat impatient.
When someone grew impatient, oversights happened.
For instance, he had called out "Old Master Bai."
As for the disbelief in Bai Wei's eyes, that was simply because he had never expected anyone other than a shamaness to make it here.
Luo Bin's heart faltered for a moment before he spoke. "My name is Tang Yu. An old acquaintance entrusted me with rescuing you, sir. Once you leave this tower, head east, and you will reach the place where the five Corpse Immortals are imprisoned."
Bai Wei's pupils contracted sharply again. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "An old acquaintance... who?"
Luo Bin did not answer. He quickly used a knife to shave off the thorny branches on Bai Wei's body. Those were not the main problem, though. The iron chains binding his hands and feet were the real obstacle.
The Short Blade in Luo Bin's hand had no ability to cut through metal or stone.
For a moment, Luo Bin frowned even more deeply, at a loss.
He tried attacking the lock with his knife, but both the lock and the chains had clearly been specially forged. An ordinary knife could do nothing to them. Even after its edge chipped, the lock remained completely unscathed.
"Where are the shamanesses?"
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