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"": "Orthodox Origin Hall, second floor. Mo Kun stood by the window.
All the windows were covered with film. From outside, they looked pitch-black; from inside, everything outside was clearly visible.
Sweat trickled down his forehead as Mo Kun stared fixedly at Luo Bin on the street below.
Even when the Night Watch pushed his shoulder, Luo Bin had reacted in time and pinned him to the ground with a single bronze club.
The Five-Prison Ghost had hooked his soul, and the Night Watch had lurked nearby, yet Luo Bin... had still come out alive?
And he had come straight for Mo Kun without hesitation...
Mo Kun felt as though a thousand-pound boulder rested on his chest, crushing the breath out of him.
At the same time, his eyes kept burning.
Luo Bin knew his elder brother, Mo Qian!
It had been over a decade. There had been no word of Mo Qian for over a decade.
Was Mo Qian still alive? Where was he?
A vague regret began to stir in Mo Kun. Why had he listened to Wu Zhenqing? Why had he rashly tried to kill Luo Bin...
Only for the City God Temple to lack the means to subdue him...
Earlier, he had thought that once the Night Watch captured Luo Bin, he could go to Wu Zhenqing and force Luo Bin to reveal Mo Qian's whereabouts.
Now, instead, he was trapped at his own doorstep.
Luo Bin was threatening to kill him.
And there was something else. Luo Bin was clearly just a Yin-Yang Practitioner, and practitioners were supposed to fear close combat.
Yet Luo Bin had faced so many members of the Lower Nine Streams without a trace of fear. He had even brought one down with nothing more than a