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"": "The man entered the main hall as his voice rang out. He had a narrow face, looked about fifty, and wore a beard roughly an inch long on his chin.
The elders nodded to him in greeting.
The man waved a hand, then stopped in front of Luo Bin.
Smiling, he extended his hand and said, "Please don't be angry, Mr. Luo. We're on the same side now, after all. My name is Wu Dong. I'm in charge of the Gui Market in Daxiang City."
Luo Bin's heart suddenly missed a beat.
He extended his hand and shook Wu Dong's, betraying nothing. His expression was almost blank.
"Is that so? What a coincidence." Luo Bin's tone was equally indifferent, as though he couldn't care less.
"Haha, indeed. But there are plenty of coincidences in this world, and plenty of people with identical names. That isn't important." Wu Dong sounded even more jovial.
"I'm curious. Which Taoist grounds do you come from, Mr. Luo?"
Wu Dong asked the question casually.
"Does it matter?"
Those three simple words made Luo Bin's attitude perfectly clear.
The scrutiny that had seemed intent on stripping away his clothes-and even his skin-had ended, but everyone's eyes remained on him.
Luo Bin met Wu Dong's gaze and asked another question. "Does becoming an elder of the Gui Market require me to reveal every last detail about myself? I don't know anything about anyone else here."
"Of course not. It was only a casual question, Mr. Luo. There's no need to be angry." Wu Dong waved his hands repeatedly.
Then Wu Dong took something from inside his clothes.
It was a palm-sized jade pendant shaped like a strange ghost face. It wasn't quite lifelike, but it had a certain vividness to it.
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