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"": "For a moment, the courtyard fell utterly silent.
Xu Ting did not sound the second horn call. The swaying golden saber stopped.
All the sect members and disciples stopped with it.
The two Taoist adepts flanking Xu Ting frowned deeply, their eyes fixed on Luo Bin.
"Luo Bin, you don't need to prove anything to him. The word 'tolerance' isn't in my damn dictionary!"
Mao Yousan's voice was ice-cold as he made to shake the Calling Bell again.
Luo Bin looked back and met Mao Yousan's eyes, determination shining in his gaze.
"Master, this isn't tolerance. It's establishing the facts."
Luo Bin spoke with absolute conviction, then continued, "Even if we fight, we should do it after the facts are clear, not because we've reached the point of no return. You might not lose, but we wouldn't be able to win, either."
"If we can't win, that's the same as losing."
Mao Yousan's brow suddenly lifted. He was an exceptionally shrewd man, and he immediately understood what Luo Bin meant.
Yet his frown only deepened.
"Master, trust me," Luo Bin said again, even more firmly.
For a moment, Mao Yousan narrowed his eyes and said nothing. Instead, he drew a deep breath and let it out heavily.
Luo Bin turned back toward Xu Ting and took another three steps.
He put a little more distance between himself and Mao Yousan, moving closer to Xu Ting.
Xu Ting advanced seven or eight steps, leaving barely more than a meter between them. They were practically face-to-face.
The Night Watch floated two meters outward. His two faces stared blankly at Luo Bin, smiling again.
His laughter was almost soundless.
"This is the first time I've heard such a request."
"Have you come to your senses?" Xu Ting asked,