The secret guard looked at her exceptionally beautiful face, only feeling that women were truly the cause of disasters. He sneered mockingly, "Nothing is impossible, otherwise what do you think the antidote for Mo Shiche's Gu Poison came from? Did you think when the High Priest said it was found in the Qin Family's cellar, that was it? Do you think..."
"Enough."
A cold male voice interrupted his ridicule.
The secret guard turned around and saw a cold man in a black shirt. He bowed his head, "High Priest."
Muo Huangnian had one hand in his pants pocket, his handsome and somber face showing no expression, even his eyes were lifeless and dull. He spoke indifferently, "You go outside and wait."
The secret guard had grown up with Yan Chu, forming a deep bond like master and servant. He clenched his fist unwillingly, "High Priest, I know this was the Young Master's decision, but for him to die in vain, to get the antidote for the Gu Poison, he had people smash his own bones..."
