Looks Like a Demon, Not Human

The Third Ancestor of the Long Family wasn't angered by Luo Yi's previous actions. Instead, a hint of threat entered his gaze as he looked at Luo Yi. "You, Daoist Friend, refuse even the tea I personally offer? Do I not have that much face?"

As he spoke, his face held a calm expression, as if the situation was firmly under his control.

Clearly, the Third Ancestor of the Long Family believed he had Luo Yi cornered today. Even if Luo Yi didn't drink the tea, he had ways to make him drink it.

Listening to the Third Ancestor of the Long Family's aggressive words, even if Qiutong Qi was foolish or inexperienced, she finally realized the cause of her previous abnormality.

Her eyes fixed on the cup of Spirit Tea on the stone table, and a look of shame and indignation flickered across her face.

She had been given something poisoned by the Long Family, yet she had treated it like a treasure, even wishing she could drink more.

As various thoughts raced through her mind, her hand, hidden within her wide sleeves, had already clenched her soft sword.

There was only one Grandmaster-level Martial Dao Grandmaster present in the courtyard. It would take some time for other Martial Dao Grandmasters to arrive for support.

Moreover, with this young man, whose strength was unknown but at least in the Heavenly Human Realm, present, escaping shouldn't be a problem.

With this in mind, she suppressed the urge to act immediately and break out, waiting for the young man's next move.

After all, he was the backbone of this mission. If he wasn't in a hurry, why should she, a Grandmaster-level Martial Dao Grandmaster, be?

Just as Qiutong Qi made up her mind, something unexpected happened.

"Face"?

Under everyone's watchful eyes,