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"": "About two days had passed.
It was still night.
The full moon still hung high, spilling its cold, clear light over the old Golden Peace Temple.
Someone new stood outside the temple gates.
It was a woman.
Dressed in a Tang Suit, she still retained her charm. Yet it was impossible to tell from her appearance whether she was in her thirties or over forty.
Lu Li knocked.
She observed proper etiquette.
Luo Bin had not lied over the phone. The ritual artifacts were in the monk's hands, and an abbot had already died. Surely the monk would know better than to resist.
She had come to knock on the door and retrieve the ritual artifacts.
Yet she knocked for so long that her fingers began to sting, and still no one came to open the gates.
A trace of displeasure crept into Lu Li's eyes.
With a cold snort, she shoved the temple gates open.
Someone was walking across the spacious Martial Arts Arena.
He wore a red Daoist robe that carried a faint purple tint in the darkness.
A peaceful, contented smile rested on his face, but his belly bulged slightly, and his mouth kept chewing something.
Lu Li stopped at once, her whole body tensing as though she faced a formidable enemy!
A red robe meant little to her, but purple was another matter entirely!
A Half-Step Real Person?
Bai Guanli saw Lu Li but seemed not to react.
Suddenly, he stopped before a stone slab, thrust his fingers into the crack, and pried it up. His other hand darted out, dragging a fat rat from beneath it.
He withdrew the fingers that had pried up the slab and drew a sword. With a few quick cuts, he gutted the rat, then