"I feel stifled. I'm going out for some air, and I'll have a chat with Chang Xin while I'm at it." Xu Lu floated toward the door.
Luo Bin did not stop him.
Xu Lu had always been good at making friends. Though he was a ghost, Chang Xin would see him coming out of Luo Bin's room and was unlikely to be too suspicious or wary. With Xu Lu's silver tongue, nothing should go wrong.
Lying down on the bed, Luo Bin found that the thoughts in his head lingered.
He had told Xu Lu about everything.
In truth, he had also been sorting through his own circumstances and setting himself a goal.
How had he made it this far?
At every moment, a sword had hung over his head.
Even now, he had yet to get rid of it completely.
But as long as he stayed true to himself and kept fighting with everything he had, there would always be a chance.
The Deduos had not won, and Kong An had not lost.
That was the outcome of the contest between the Living Buddha of the Tibetan Lands and the Sinpo of Black City Monastery.
Against Luo Bin, however, Kong An had suffered a total defeat.
How vast had the gulf between their powers been?
It was Fate's favor, but even more than that, it was a reward for Luo Bin's tireless efforts, for never daring to let his guard down!
He could not let danger drive him forward forever. He needed something of his own to pursue.
Even he did not yet know exactly what he wanted.
But there was one thing he knew.
He could not let down the people who had poured so much effort into helping him.
And so his greatest goal right now