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"": "Hu Jin could not describe it.
He had met plenty of great masters before.
There was the Nether Market run by the faction You Yang belonged to, Mao Yousan, who asked everyone he met whether they were willing to sell, and Qin Weizi, who was forever interested in Taoist corpses. There was even Ding Ruipu, who had nearly killed him and You Yang and forced You Yang to surrender something vitally important.
Those people were formidable enough, weren't they? Their schemes and abilities far surpassed Luo Bin's, yet they still did not exert this kind of pressure.
Was it because... Luo Bin would kill someone on the spot at the slightest disagreement?
Other practitioners would at least weigh things up.
Was it the ruthlessness behind Luo Bin's decisiveness?
For a moment, beads of sweat the size of beans streamed down Hu Jin's forehead.
"There really isn't anything else. It won't happen again, either... I was just afraid you would abandon me, Mr. Luo..." Hu Jin's face held a trace of despair.
Luo Bin fell silent again.
For two or three minutes, Hu Jin stood drenched in sweat.
Granted, Luo Bin thought little of Hu Jin's character.
But he had made Hu Jin certain promises, after all. Now that Huang Ying was with them, Hu Jin was certainly useful. There was no need to abandon him over that little deception.
"If we find somewhere safe along the way, Huang Ying, you'll have to stay there. If you keep coming with us, you'll definitely be in danger."
"Somewhere safe would at least keep you alive," Luo Bin added, looking at Huang Ying.
"Then will you come back for me once you've finished what you need to do and take me home?" Huang Ying pressed her lips together,