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"": "Luo Bin stood rooted to the spot.
It was as though Mo Qian calling on him had frozen his mind.
Most of the Town Residents looked somewhat pleased at his misfortune.
Zhang Baijiao's expression shifted slightly as well. He whispered, "Lu Fu's method might not work. If it really worked, he would have told us long ago. Of course, it might work, too. But Mo Qian actually picking you? Absolutely not! It's too dangerous!"
With that, Zhang Baijiao started toward Luo Bin, intending to argue with Mo Qian.
Mo Qian and Luo Bin had played their parts perfectly. Nobody knew they came from the same place, nor did anyone know of their connection.
This was Mo Qian's plan.
They would use this approach to establish an open working relationship without prompting anyone to suspect anything else.
They needed a blacksmith because Luo Bin had only one Oil Lamp.
Despite all his careful planning, Luo Bin had overlooked one thing. He had focused solely on how Lamp Oil could ward off Evil Spirits, forgetting that it had to be used with an Oil Lamp.
Thus, if the newly refined Lamp Oil worked, they would immediately need to capture more Evil Spirits, refine more Lamp Oil, and have someone make Oil Lamps!
This was absolutely their highest priority.
For now, everything was unfolding naturally.
Luo Bin raised his hand and held Zhang Baijiao's shoulder.
"Sir, Mo Qian has a vicious, unpredictable temperament. Arguing with him would be unwise, and the Land Guard has already spoken. We'd better not provoke him. He probably decided long ago to have me help him. All that talk was just to leave me no way to refuse."
Luo Bin appeared to be whispering, but his voice was not particularly quiet. Some of