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"": "He needed to know where the limits of the danger lay-what could not be resisted, and what could.
The wind off the river suddenly grew much stronger.
Then someone crawled out onto the riverbank.
One moment, the soaking-wet figure had only just climbed out; the next, he had already covered half the distance to the town entrance.
A chill ran through Luo Bin, and he jerked backward.
His retreat was purely anticipatory. Damp air rushed into his face, and a dripping face appeared right before him, less than a palm's width away.
A deathly pale face, swollen features, yellow-green eyes, and a particularly foul stench of river water!
The face looked somewhat familiar. It was the one that had appeared underwater before they entered town. Why had this person emerged so slowly when they first stood on the riverbank, only to come at him so aggressively when he tried stepping out of town?
An idea suddenly occurred to Luo Bin.
At first, was this being putting pressure on us to hurry us into town?
Was there some secret between the riverbank and the town that it didn't want anyone discovering?
Was it stopping people from leaving now to protect that secret, too?
Or was it still possible to leave through the Primordial River once we stepped out of town?
Luo Bin stood perfectly still.
The figure retreated just as quickly, as though frames had been skipped. One moment, he was right before Luo Bin; the next, he was back on the riverbank. Then he vanished.
A thought suddenly surfaced in Luo Bin's mind. Could Bai Xian's Palm Thunder cripple that figure?
Could we go back the way we came?
In the end, Luo Bin abandoned that plan.
For one thing, he had no idea whether