Several more days passed with Sun Wu recuperating and Yang Qing and the others wandering around Azure Cloud Fortress.
The day of the Martial Arts Tournament drew ever closer.
That day, as soon as Yang Qing approached the food delivered by someone from the restaurant out front, his brows creased slightly.
Bu Er sat right beside Yang Qing and could immediately detect any shift in his mood.
"Young master, is the food not to your liking?"
"Not at all," Yang Qing said. "The food couldn't be better."
"If it's good, why are you only looking at it instead of picking up your chopsticks?" Bu Er asked, puzzled.
On his other side, Jiang Zhizhou seemed to remember something. He twisted the silver ring on his finger with both hands, and a tiny needle emerged from it. He dipped it into several of the dishes.
The tip of the silver needle changed color slightly.
"The food has been poisoned, but the poison is extremely well concealed. Without careful attention, it would go unnoticed."
Jiang Zhizhou waved the silver needle before the others.
"They certainly came prepared." Yang Qing looked at the discolored needle, his expression calm. "After lying hidden for so long, they finally lost patience."
His gaze passed through the courtyard gate and settled on the small building out front.
That was where the restaurant stood.
"Who do you think is behind this attack on us?"
They had prepared everything before his group even entered Azure Cloud Fortress, all to wait for them to fall into the pit. Such plotting was beyond ordinary people.
"To lay such an elaborate battle formation in Azure Cloud Fortress, I imagine no one but the Martial Arts Alliance Leader has that much power," Yang Qing said slowly.
The Martial Arts Alliance Leader—the Mu Family!
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