Luo Bin abruptly closed his eyes again. His breathing was harsh and heavy, and even his hands trembled slightly.
Everyone had problems of one kind or another.
Deep within every heart lay something that could not be touched, a vulnerability, or a peculiar trait that ordinary people could not understand.
Luo Bin's problem was that he could not come to terms with life and death.
He had shown it once before, with the Old Miao King.
It had surfaced several times afterward, too, but never as clearly as it had that time.
Miao Xi was not someone particularly important to him.
She was merely the fuse.
Another vulnerability in Luo Bin's heart, another thing he could not bear to have violated, was his home.
The destruction of his home was likewise a pain he could neither tolerate nor endure!
Three Perils Mountain was home. Thousand Miao Village was home. And Three Miao Village was his ancestral home.
Miao Xi was something like a member of the family.
More importantly, the whole of Three Miao Village was under this threat!
Did the Black Miao really just charge in and kill whenever they pleased?
They had even frightened the villagers into staying inside, leaving them no choice but to swallow their anger!
After a long, long time, Luo Bin finally opened his eyes. They were bloodshot.
The atmosphere around him was different from before.
Earlier, everyone had been tense and exceptionally cautious.
Now that the Black Miao had left, that tension had eased slightly, and everyone's eyes were a little red.
Luo Bin had only just arrived, yet even he had been shaken. How much worse must it have been for those who had lived here for years?
Perhaps, without Luo Bin, one death and one injury would only have added to