The white-haired man nearly burst out with curses upon hearing "a promising student can be taught," feeling blatantly provoked and discriminated against.
The white-haired man watched Ling Tianyu leave with his own eyes, powerless to stop him. Ling Tianyu truly held the lifeblood of Longyu in his hands. Such a person was terrifying, able to come and go safely, even taking a life.
No one else would dare to do such a thing; Ling Tianyu was the first.
"Hmm?!" The white-haired man was still fuming when he noticed something was off with the shoulder that Ling Tianyu had patted. He turned his head to see a black fog appear and surround his shoulder, quickly shaking it off.
"What's going on? Wasn't that poison supposed to be on the bottle with the two spirits?" the white-haired man expressed incredulously.
Others also looked incredulous. Indeed, the poison was supposed to be on the bottle, not on the shoulder.
