Yun Shuihan picked up a bunch of grapes, and from her face, it was really impossible to tell whether she was sad or happy. Her facial expressions were so lacking that, apart from her cold and proud fairy aura, nothing else was visible.
Yun Shuihan said, "Recently, someone has been contacting Qinghe Zhengjun. He suspects their intentions are not pure, so he asked me to help him make a poison pill. Similar to a truth serum, once taken, it can make people tell the truth."
Yun Long looked eagerly at Yun Shuihan, "Master, I want it too!"
Yun Shuihan looked at him blankly, "Haven't I given it to you before? But you don't like to use it, right?"
Yun Long felt a moment of guilt, "Times have changed."
His methods were far more terrifying than a truth serum. Under his hands, there were cases of tendon extraction and skin peeling, and those who successfully endured were truly too few.
