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However, Li Fan no longer had the energy to study and decrypt these storage amulets; for the time being, he hugged them close as he kicked around, and gave the Taoist's corpse another thorough check. Suddenly, the pale, beardless face seemed to flicker before his eyes again.
As if thinking of something, Li Fan hesitated for a moment then reached toward the Taoist's groin.
Nothing.
He was a eunuch.
Sure enough, Li Fan narrowed his eyes. Mo Zhu Mountain had moxibustion threads, and if any man were injured in that area during a sword fight, he would definitely have it sewn up right away, wouldn't he?
That meant this sorcerer, if he truly was a disciple of Mo Zhu Mountain, was probably castrated before he even joined the sect.
Or rather, it should be said that this guy was likely planted deep within Mo Zhu Mountain's inner gate by the human path's inner court, specially selected and raised from a young age.
This bunch of dead eunuchs...
