Situ Jing was taken aback, immediately sobering up in an instant.
It turned out that the confusing smoke just now didn't render someone completely unconscious but rather trapped them in an almost illusory realm, unable to discern friend from foe.
The red-haired, green-eyed demon in that illusion was indeed the Golden-faced Imperial Censor, and the demonic claw stuffing something into his mouth must have been medicine given by the Golden-faced Imperial Censor...
And he himself...
Situ Jing quickly stepped forward, supporting Lu Qing who was swaying and about to collapse, while pulling his sword out from the chest of the follower, protecting Lu Qing and surveying the surroundings to assess the situation.
Fortunately, there was no one around them at this moment, but a couple of yards away, there were indeed people engaged in grappling, clearly also ensnared by the illusion.
