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"": "Song Tianzhu remained up on the roof beam without coming down.
He kept listening intently until the final sound of the door closing.
He heard footsteps receding, clearly moving farther and farther away before finally vanishing.
But he remained cautious, exceedingly careful.
At least ten or fifteen minutes passed. Luo Bin had probably gone a very long way by now.
Song Tianzhu finally felt reassured.
"You little bastard, you're dead."
Muttering under his breath, Song Tianzhu started climbing down from the roof beam.
He didn't need to follow too closely. Now that Luo Bin had shown up, he knew Luo Bin had divined his route.
As someone versed in Mountain-and-Water Divination who had become the Song Family's young patriarch at an early age, Song Tianzhu had always considered himself a genius.
He was confident he could trail Luo Bin from a distance while keeping himself safe.
With that assured, he only needed to find the other families along this route and have them notify the Floating Tortoise Mountain Taoist Grounds elsewhere. Then Luo Bin's days would be numbered!
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Song Tianzhu had already climbed halfway down the pillar.
With a dull thud, his feet hit the ground.
Song Tianzhu brushed the dust off his clothes, hawked, and spat.
Faintly, Song Tianzhu heard a rustling, crawling sound from above.
His heart tightened slightly, and he looked up.
That single glance drained all the color from Song Tianzhu's face.
Like a gecko, a man crawled through the opening in the tiled roof, followed the central roof beam, and started down the pillar.
"Luo Bin..."
"Didn't you... leave?"
"How... how is this possible!?"
Song Tianzhu's legs went weak. The joy and relief he had felt a moment earlier vanished instantly.