"Young Master Lu, your steed is truly beautiful!" Yuan Dafeng watched Su Xuan soar into the sky, his face filled with envy.
He then uncorked the flask of wine Su Xuan had given him and joyfully took a gulp. After just one sip, his expression changed drastically. He immediately sat down cross-legged to circulate his cultivation technique, but it was too late. A loud rumble came from his stomach, and he promptly lost consciousness!
The wine was imbued with Ning Zhendao's Longevity Cultivation Power! Su Xuan hadn't dispersed it. Even if Yuan Dafeng wanted to blame someone, he couldn't point his finger at Su Xuan. Of course, this was also Su Xuan's way of casually teaching Yuan Dafeng, the Commander of the Guards, a lesson—not for anything else, but for the incident at the death prison.
WHOOSH!
A gust of wind swept through the Ge Family Courtyard. Su Xuan, riding his white horse, landed in the exquisitely landscaped grounds.
