"He's been watching me. For a very long time, without ever stopping." Luo Muye sighed softly.
Luo Bin suddenly asked, "The moment you step outside, Sinpo Baqin will strike?"
His gaze darted from the door to the Daoist Statue, then back again.
His heart was pounding just as hard, every beat hammering against his chest.
This Daoist Statue... was very likely a projected Yang Spirit!
That was why Luo Muye had said that even if Sinpo Baqin knew something was wrong with him, he still couldn't touch him. Even though this was Black City Monastery, its other deities couldn't enter, nor could they see or hear anything that happened here!
A Taoist's projected Yang Spirit.
How could any other Black City Monastery have one?
Luo Bin's thoughts raced even faster.
Before the door closed, someone had already arrived.
Had it then shut to isolate the inside from the outside?
"Yes. Once I go outside, I won't be able to call on more of Black City Monastery's deities immediately. The Dibe Yum Deity isn't entirely satisfied with me."
Luo Muye made no attempt to conceal that.
"He can't leave either?" Luo Bin suddenly asked, looking toward the Taoist's statue.
For a moment, the Daoist Temple fell utterly silent.
Luo Muye narrowed his eyes, a trace of wariness entering his gaze. He hadn't expected Luo Bin to deduce so much from so few words.
Luo Xianshen reacted differently. His eyes were wide as he stared at the Taoist's statue.
"That's impossible!"
"But if it isn't him... it couldn't be anyone else..."
"Why? He clearly already..."
Sweat beaded on Luo Xianshen's forehead. His brow was tightly furrowed, and his pupils kept contracting.
The atmosphere inside the Temple Hall grew exceedingly strange.
Luo Xianshen's emotions surged, and beads of sweat began rolling down his