An hour passed. The tea was finished, and the conversation had been thoroughly enjoyable.
Su Caiyi left in satisfaction, while Tang Yu and the other man rose to see her off.
After escorting her to the door, Tang Yu turned around.
Sure enough, Liu Yirui had already vanished. The fellow had deliberately used a divine ability to teleport back and steal the teacup and chair again.
When Tang Yu returned to the courtyard and saw that the items were gone, he smiled knowingly. He looked at Ape God, who stood nearby and had already shrunk to the size of an ordinary person, and asked, "Did you put the poison in?"
"Iron Rider, the poison has been placed."
"Good work. You've worked hard."
Tang Yu patted Ape God on the shoulder and put it back into his storage space, quietly waiting for the show to begin.
Meanwhile, Liu Yirui returned to that secret and blissful space. As before, he poured the remaining tea into the spirit spring water and drank it all in one gulp.
To him, every drop of spirit spring water was exquisite sweet nectar from Su Caiyi's lips.
After finishing a large jar of spirit spring water, Liu Yirui took out the teacup again. Just as before, he circled around it and licked it repeatedly.
As he licked, he suddenly began to feel that something was wrong with his body.
A wave of pain erupted from within him.
It traveled along his meridians and spread throughout his entire body.
Even at the peak of the Mahayana Realm, the terrifying agony was still unbearable for him. He collapsed to the ground on the spot, convulsing and screaming.
The poison was simply too potent.
Not only his body—Liu Yirui's soul also suffered the agonizing pain of ten thousand insects devouring