Su Che had almost saved Lü Zheng from the effects of the Gu poison with a mere flick of his finger.
The Gu poison used by Yin Yi of the Poison Dragon Staff was nothing more than tiny insects too small to see, a rather rudimentary type among the Gu Arts. These insects fed on the victim's essence and blood, continuously breeding and excreting cold poison.
In the rush of the moment, it could indeed cause a cultivator some trouble.
With a flick of Su Che's fingertip, a streak of Yin Fire swiftly swept over Lü Zheng's body, directly burning every one of those insects to death without harming Lü Zheng in the slightest.
This was precisely proof that Su Che's control over Yin Fire had long reached the most minute level.
"Elder, this disciple..."
Lü Zheng had never lost consciousness. He had witnessed everything that had just happened, and his heart was now a tumult of mixed emotions.
"Go bring over the leopard-skin bags from those two."
Su Che pointed at the corpses of Yin Yi and Zu Xiu as he gave the order.
"Tell me. Where are Lü Zheng's mother and sister?"
Dugu Ba cautiously glanced at Lü Zheng, who was working with his head lowered over there.
"What, is there something difficult to say?"
"The young lady is presently in the household of a criminal. The old madam should be in the palace now."
"You dog thief!"
Hearing this, Lü Zheng flew into a rage. Clenching his fists, he immediately moved to strike Dugu Ba.
"Stop."
Su Che called Lü Zheng off.
"If you beat him to death, who will take you to find your mother?"
Lü Zheng did not dare say more. He merely lowered his head. Su Che could sense the fury brewing within his