"Yes!" Mo Jiuli said.
"Elder Han, did you hear that?" The old man said expressionlessly after hearing this. At this moment, another old man wearing a dark blue robe stepped out from the crowd. The old man looked somewhat strange, with red hair covering his forehead, a slightly stooped figure, and an unnaturally pale complexion, giving the impression that he could collapse at any moment.
Mo Jiuli squinted slightly when he saw the old man. The old man walked to the side of the elder of the Zongzheng Family, then glanced at Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan, and finally, his gaze fell on Mo Jiuli as he asked, "Did you make the poison, or did someone else give it to you?"
"Is there a problem? What if I made it, and what if I didn't?" Mo Jiuli asked.
