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"": "Luo Bin suppressed his emotions and continued lying in wait.
Shi Gan would not die just yet.
Clearly, to some extent, Shi Gan's words had struck Dai Zhixiong where it hurt.
How much of what he said was right? How much was wrong?
Luo Bin could not judge.
At his level, he had never truly developed a corpse worm.
Still, Shi Gan was wrong about one thing.
Someone like Dai Zhixiong no longer needed to prove himself. He merely needed to process the emotions involved in slaying his corpse worm.
Dai Zhixiong's feelings for his Dao Companion had to be genuine.
And what about Dai Zhixiong's counterattack?
Shi Gan's anger was only on the surface. His fear came from the wavering in his heart, from his inability to be certain whether Dai Zhixiong could accomplish everything he had claimed.
"When you dare not express your anger and harbor fear in your heart, no corpse worm will arise."
"With no corpse worm, you seem to have no need to slay it. In truth, that is merely the result of your cowardice. You lack even the courage to act in anger and suffer another crushing defeat."
"The more you fear, the more likely the things you fear will come to pass. That is fate."
"The more Sawu Mountain fears, the more misfortune you will bring upon yourselves."
"The interwoven layers of fate determine how things end."
Dai Zhixiong released his grip on Shi Gan's throat.
"Why am I, a Palace Master, discussing fate with you rustic bumpkins and strange spirits? All you know is which hours have the richest spiritual essence, and when to meditate and practice your breathing. Even on Sawu Mountain, you are merely frogs at the bottom of a well. How could