Han Yu looked at the old man from the Zongzheng Family and sneered, "Boring!"
"Han Yu, the Han family really raised an ungrateful wretch, raising someone as ungrateful as you!" The old man from the Zongzheng Family glared at Han Yu angrily.
Wenyan, feeling somewhat dissatisfied, looked across at the leading old man from the Zongzheng Family. "Old man, my people aren't someone you can just insult like that. Don't blame me for not warning you guys. I'm in a good mood today, so I'm giving you an hour to find the antidote. One hour from now, you'll end up like those people before!"
"What did you say? You're saying we're poisoned?" The old man from the Zongzheng Family was taken aback and glared at Mo Jiuli.
