"": 200,
"": "",
"": "Indeed, the Song Family was bad news-seriously bad news.
The best choice was to steer clear of them, just as Hu Jin had said.
But...
Would steering clear really make everything all right?
He would be safe.
But what about his conscience?
This was never just about a piece of clothing.
He did not want to dirty his clothes, but not because Huang Ying had sewn them stitch by stitch.
He had no romantic feelings for Huang Ying.
It was simply that, covered in blood, he would look like an evil spirit.
Even if he already was an evil spirit, he did not want to be indistinguishable from one at all times.
Inside and out, he wanted to retain his humanity.
Then there was the Feng Family.
The elders had treated him well.
Huang Ying had treated him well.
He had spent a peaceful stretch of time with the Feng Family. Without that period of safety, he could not have carefully studied the Primordial Sixteen Trigrams, followed Feng Qiang up the mountain, found Li Yunyi's whereabouts, obtained Qin Jiumo's corpse, or refined the lamp oil.
An elder of the Feng Family had died, and Huang Ying had been taken to the Song Family.
What about the rest of the Feng Family?
Had the formation he left behind been useless?
Luo Bin had too many questions. At the same time, a vague conviction stirred within him: if he abandoned even a family to whom he owed such a debt, he would lose his conscience and become someone who stopped at nothing.
If that happened, sooner or later, the evil spirit's will would assimilate him.
A person needed something to stand by!
To him, this was the Right Path, not indecision, and certainly not some misguided urge