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"": "Luo Bin's eyelids kept twitching even harder.
"The Purple Flower Lantern."
As he spoke, Luo Bin raised his hand and took something from his waist.
He did not form a hand seal to force Zhou Sanming's soul out.
The Purple Flower Lantern could reveal Zhou Sanming, certainly. But then what?
This was not Cloudmist Mountain. The Three-Altars Abbey Master was no longer here.
After suffering setbacks time and again, how could Zhou Sanming not have taken precautions?
"You've learned to be more sensible."
Zhou Sanming's body suddenly trembled.
His Yin Spirit left his body, then returned.
The body inhabited by his human soul held the Primordial White Flower Lantern.
The man on the right shuddered slightly. A somewhat older-looking Yin Spirit of Zhou Sanming emerged and approached Luo Bin.
His hand settled on the handle of the Primordial Purple Flower Lantern.
In truth, Luo Bin's heart was racing. He desperately wanted to draw the Thunderstruck Blood Peach Sword and slash down!
But what good would injuring a single Yin Spirit do?
On Elephant Mountain, Zhou Sanming's threefold Yin Spirit Projection had already shattered their plans.
Had the Mountain God Nightmare Fiend not captured Zhou Sanming, they would inevitably have lost.
Striking him now would only gratify Luo Bin for a moment.
And the inevitable price of that fleeting satisfaction would be his life.
"I picked up the White Flower Lantern."
"Yuan Tianshu and his disciple Yuan Yinxin stole my Purple Flower Lantern."
"Something picked up is ownerless."
"Something stolen must be returned to its rightful owner."
"Even if these aren't the same ritual artifacts, even if you bear a grudge against them, your roots lie in Cabinet Mountain. You ought to repay the debt."
Zhou Sanming's three bodies spoke in turn.
That was another problem.