Luo Bin's heart was still pounding.
Gu Yiren met his gaze. The resolve in her eyes was intense, profound.
Even Shangguan Xingyue, who was already remarkably resolute, fell a little short of Gu Yiren.
No.
She fell a little short of "Gu Shanhong."
Gu Yiren said nothing. She merely gazed deeply at him, then a trace of loneliness entered her eyes, along with an indescribable sense of loss.
Luo Bin likewise remained silent.
He had, in fact, prepared for another possibility.
There was an information gap here.
Everything "Gu Shanhong" knew came from Gu Yiren, or from overhearing his conversations with Qin Tianqing.
The Chief Seat's deity had been suppressed.
Quite a few of the corresponding ritual artifacts and fate-suppressing objects had been taken away.
The time chosen was daytime.
During the day, the Heart-Rending Hell Warden and the prison ghosts indeed could not manifest.
That was because the Blackblood Vine had only absorbed them, not fully assimilated them.
His ability to control it was largely due to Yuan Tianshu himself being a man steeped in evil.
Given enough time, the Blackblood Vine could release him, and yang energy would not interfere much.
The area it occupied already had the effect of veiling the heavens.
Especially after entering the Tomb Passage, where yin energy was denser, the Blackblood Vine was even less affected.
At one point, Luo Bin had believed this was an oversight on "Gu Shanhong's" part.
That was why he had felt so confident.
But Gu Yiren's words before the Stone Bridge had made him sense something was wrong.
Those words had spelled things out far too clearly. At least from Luo Bin's perspective, there had been no need.
What was the point of explaining so much? Things had already reached this stage. Whatever needed doing, the best