"Why are you prying so much, Fellow Daoist Jiang?"
Steward Yi-or rather, Chu Mo-met Jiang Cheng's nearly fire-spewing gaze with an even broader smile. "It's not as though I'll tell you." A chill settled in Jiang Cheng's heart.
Despite probing repeatedly with his Golden Core divine thought, he could detect not the slightest flaw.
The man before him, in both appearance and aura, was unmistakably Yi Huai'an. Inside and out, from past to present, he was exactly the same man.
Yet the reality lay before his eyes: this man was absolutely not the old steward. Yi Huai'an lacked both the nerve and the ability to poison an entire hall of guests along with the young master. Forcing down his fury, Jiang Cheng asked coldly, "What exactly do you want?"
His gaze swept across the guests groaning on the floor before returning to Chu Mo. Half persuasion, half threat, he said:
"These people come from many different factions, and all have powerful backing. If anything serious happens to them in the Jiang Household tonight, you certainly won't come out of it unscathed." At this, Chu Mo spread his hands and replied casually:
"You exaggerate, Fellow Daoist Jiang. What I want is actually quite simple. I have some interest in your household's Hidden Moon Golden Vault and would like to borrow it for a look."
"So long as you oblige me, Fellow Daoist Jiang, I'll immediately cure their poison. I guarantee your guests will be unharmed, and your grandson will recover completely." "Well? One vault in exchange for everyone's safety. You wouldn't be losing out on this deal, Patriarch Jiang."
As he spoke, he fixed Jiang Cheng with a bright, intent gaze, as though awaiting his answer. In truth, he was counting the time in his mind.
"Borrow the Hidden Moon Golden