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"": "A gentleman from Six Yin Mountain looked livid.
They had arrived a fraction too late to see the fight, but they saw Luo Bin and Xu Lu being escorted into the courtyard.
The blood on the ground and the headless corpse dragged inside last showed that Luo Bin and Xu Lu had fought with everything they had.
"It is primordial calculation, after all..."
"When a long-lost art falls into the hands of a small fry like him, anyone would want to take it," Zhou Ling said, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as well.
"They moved fast. Otherwise, primordial calculation's Hexagram Speech Manifestation could have dealt with several of them, at least."
"And that practitioner of Talisman Arts-his talisman was only on that severed head. All the other talismans on the ground were cut apart."
"These people counter their abilities," Zhou Ling analyzed quietly.
"What now?" someone else asked hoarsely.
"What now? Luo Bin was someone we from Six Yin Mountain intended to take in the first place. Do they have that Mad Monk's abilities?"
"Hmph. If not, what makes them think they can snatch him and his inheritance from us?"
Zhou Ling's tone was icy.
Still, he raised a hand, signaling the others to spread out and encircle the courtyard.
Inside, Dai Zhixiong sat beside the table in the main hall.
A tarnished copper oil lamp burned before him. He held a knife with a dark-gold pill pierced on its tip, roasting it over the flame and releasing a strange fragrance.
Most of it smelled medicinal. Luo Bin could not identify the rest. He had some Golden Cores belonging to Six-Arts Fangshi, but they did not smell like this.
Fourth Master Gray squeaked twice, his rat eyes staring blankly at the pill.
Luo Bin and