Luo Bin felt a tightness in his chest. He stared hard at the wound and murmured, "A Yang Spirit Patriarch couldn't have remained covered for long in human skin steeped in such vicious, oppressive yin. The people of the Thunder-Peace Taoist Abbey would have removed it. So this happened after disaster struck Thunder Peace, and after Qin Weizi and Lü Kan."
"These Abbey Masters of Heavenly Longevity underwent corpse reanimation. One of their souls vanished, yet he left his corpse here to watch the Thunder-Peace Patriarch. This feels more like a mockery-a betrayal of their master and patriarch."
"That Yang Spirit Great Core... they were afraid of it. Afraid enough to find a way to dig it out."
"A yin soul couldn't destroy a Great Core."
"Fourth Master Gray, you can go eat him now."
Turning his head, Luo Bin glanced once more at the seated corpse.
Fourth Master Gray shot out like an arrow. By the time he landed on the corpse's shoulder, both eyeballs had already vanished, and wet chewing sounds came from his mouth.
Then Luo Bin studied the sword in the Thunder-Peace Patriarch's face. The wound was visibly old, completely different from the one in his abdomen.
The face had been stabbed to pieces long ago, not recently.
Fresh cuts marked the old wounds, meaning the sword had once been pulled out.
These details had essentially allowed him to reconstruct the sequence of events.
Luo Bin stopped searching the Thunder-Peace Patriarch's corpse. There could no longer be anything useful on him.
"Gugu..."
"Gugu..."
The Black-Gold Toad had visibly wilted, and even its cries had weakened.
Clearly, the Black-Gold Toad had sensed the presence of a Yang Spirit Patriarch.
As a living suppression, its Cinnabar Tortoise Shell had come from the Primordial Calculation Patriarch. It had spent