Then he knelt directly before the corpse, utterly reverent.
Footsteps sounded as Yuan Tianshu approached his side.
"That dead man cannot protect you." Yuan Tianshu actually spoke aloud.
Luo Bin immediately frowned.
"You are no longer my senior brother, after all. My senior brother is still my senior brother."
"That crude aggression of yours nearly rubbed off even on me. I am the dignified master of the Outer Field of a branch of Sacred Way Mountain. Even if danger forces me to hide temporarily, it hardly means I cannot utter a single word. The talismans are not just for show." A trace of dissatisfaction colored Yuan Tianshu's voice.
Only then did Luo Bin understand. He relaxed slightly, but the anxiety gripping his heart did not ease at all.
His expression became respectful again, and he bent slightly at the waist in a bow.
Yuan Tianshu looked thoughtful, a trace of worry lingering between his brows as he glanced at the corpse, then at Luo Bin.
Luo Bin did not look directly at Yuan Tianshu. Otherwise, he would have seen the flicker of torment deep in his eyes.
Yuan Tianshu appeared composed, but the situation before him had long since slipped beyond his control.
It was only because of his cultivation that Yuan Tianshu had not lost his composure and flown into a rage. That would have accomplished nothing.
Amid all those tangled emotions, there was also a faint thread of... uncertainty.
Could Luo Bin really change anything?
Could this corpse of a Miao man who had undergone corpse liberation truly offer him some protection?
In the dense forest on Outer Cabinet Mountain.
The Yin Spirit of Zhou Sanming's main body fled in utter terror.
He dared not stop!
"Idiot!"
"Idiot!"
"Idiot!"
As he fled, Zhou Sanming continued cursing