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"": "Luo Bin walked at least a hundred meters farther, but still saw no sign of the old Daoist.
There was only the silent Main Hall, only those towering, oppressive stone steles.
His sense that something was wrong reached its peak.
Luo Bin began retracing his steps.
He could not use Rewind, but that did not stop him from remembering the way.
His excellent memory was what had given him the ability to use Rewind in the first place.
Yet when he reached the spot where his vision had first changed, the route behind him became a jumble. Several flagstone paths led in different directions.
Suddenly, he heard a sound.
It came from a Dao Hall to his right.
Luo Bin's heart abruptly quickened again, and he headed straight toward the Dao Hall.
Rounding the stone stele outside, he saw the Dao Hall's doorway. Its threshold was extraordinarily high, at least a meter tall.
Someone inside the Dao Hall was pacing back and forth.
This was definitely not the old Daoist from before. He looked sixty or seventy, with a ring of hair around a bald crown.
His breathing was heavy, and he kept panting harshly.
The purple robe he wore exerted an entirely different kind of pressure!
Luo Bin's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed again.
A Real Person!
Another Real Person!
Suddenly, the Real Person stopped, turned his head, and stared at Luo Bin.
"What are you looking at?"
"Get lost!"
The Real Person's voice thundered in his ears!
Luo Bin grunted, feeling as though a tremendous blow had struck his chest!
He staggered backward. His body was uninjured, but it felt as if his consciousness were being torn apart.
Yes! His consciousness!
His soul!
Horror filled Luo Bin's eyes.
"Still looking?" The Real