The moonlight gave the Moon-Shaped Stone a richer, lustrous sheen, and made the Tomb Guardian's already bloodless face even paler.
His bent waist and bowed head made him look just like a huddled stone statue. He held both hands slightly forward with great care, and the Moon-Shaped Stone shone brighter still.
Luo Bin's heavy panting had not stopped. After several heart-stopping jolts, his heartbeat began to settle, and the feeling of having survived a disaster washed over him.
The destruction of the Primordial White Flower Lantern and the Purple Flower Lantern had drawn out the Tomb Guardian. He was the Venue Master of Primordial Calculation's Sacred Way Mountain branch, and held a position of considerable importance throughout the Primordial Calculation Mountain Gate.
He was a disciple of Primordial Calculation who had never returned to the Mountain Gate, even in death.
The Patriarch's Fate-Suppressing Objects had been destroyed right under his nose. How could that not pain him?
Luo Bin understood perfectly well that without the Moon-Shaped Stone, his heart would have been pierced.
Without his even realizing it, the Moon-Shaped Stone had saved his life again.
And... did this Tomb Guardian actually retain a trace of instinct?
At this point, it could not be called awareness, only instinct.
If the Tomb Guardian truly had awareness, he could not have ignored Yuan Tianshu, nor could he have tried to kill Luo Bin earlier...
If the Tomb Guardian had awareness... what he ought to have done was... eat me? Rather than stab me to death?
For some inexplicable reason, Luo Bin shuddered again.
The Tomb Guardian actually raised his head, his vacant, wooden face staring straight at him.
The next moment, the Tomb Guardian stood up and walked woodenly toward the Stone Bridge, holding the Moon-Shaped Stone in his hands.
Luo Bin