"Anyway, I've never heard of a clone getting poisoned."
Bai Yu responded in a relaxed tone.
"That's good."
Xu Taiping drained the tea in his cup.
At that moment, his true body was hidden while his clone remained in the open. He wanted to see how these people planned to deal with him next.
"Creak..."
Not long after he finished that cup of tea, the door was pushed open.
A young cultivator swaggered into the room with three burly martial artists, without so much as a greeting.
"Brother, did you visit the Relic-Seeking Studio earlier?"
Only after sitting down opposite Xu Taiping did the young cultivator cross one leg over the other and look at him with a sly smile.
While the young cultivator spoke,
the three martial artists behind him got to work: one closed the door, another planted a formation flag in the corner, and the third pasted talisman paper over the walls and windows.
The three worked in perfect coordination, their movements practiced. Clearly, they had done this sort of thing plenty of times before.
"I did. Why?"
Xu Taiping set down his teacup and calmly met the young man's gaze.
There was no need to think about it. He had undoubtedly encountered the people Commandery Princess Xiaoxiao had mentioned, who lay in wait at the Golden Scale Pavilion.
"Since you've been there, come along with us quietly. There are a few things we'd like to ask you about, brother. As long as you answer truthfully, we'll not only bring you back without a scratch, but also compensate you with a generous gift."
The young man spoke to Xu Taiping with a smile.
His spiel was still exactly the same as what Commandery Princess Xiaoxiao had written in her letter, leaving Xu Taiping with no further doubts