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"": "Boy, ever heard the old saying?"
"Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and a rat's offspring know how to burrow." Third Master Hu kept chittering, then continued, "When the roots are rotten, turning bad just means returning to their true nature. Everything you've said suggests you think that once Black Miao turn white and stop hurting people, they aren't Black Miao anymore, and only those old bastards are the problem."
"You've completely forgotten that another lineage of Black Miao is still watching from the shadows."
Luo Bin said nothing.
But that chilling feeling grew even stronger.
"You really managed to get your hands on it. You even borrowed Mountain Fate's life force."
"The Miao people in that stockade really did get caught up in it themselves. They staked everything. Who knew you were such a sneaky bastard?"
"And those eerie things in this mountain saved your life. Oh, right-you saved your own life."
Third Master Hu swished his fox tails, his tone becoming almost casual.
Everything before them proved the old saying: those involved were blind, while onlookers saw clearly.
Luo Bin remained unusually silent.
Indeed, if not for the strangeness of the Nuo God Temple...
He would never have escaped. He was human; the Corpse Kings weren't. They would have chased him until he collapsed from exhaustion.
A twist of fate had brought him into the true Nuo God Temple's territory, making them stop.
The Tomb Guardian had spotted his peril while watching and warned him in time.
Only then had he been able to escape with his life.
Third Master Hu chittered again. "Well, there we have it. The one guarding this place is the White Miao King. All those sealed away are Black Miao."
"And that's not all. Primordial Calculation's ultimate purpose