Lianshan Xin felt that Liu Chen was simply too kind.
But he did not immediately fulfill Liu Chen's kindly wish.
It was not that he liked wasting words; he needed detailed information about this secret dungeon chamber.
After all, the Divine Feet Ability was only the Divine Feet Ability, not the Mind-Reading Ability.
"Old Fei, surely you haven't been poisoned by something you developed yourself? Could your poison arts have reached perfection?"
Hearing the young prince say this, Old Fei inwardly rejoiced, feeling that it really might be the case.
Mainly, as a Grandmaster of poison and the world's second-greatest practitioner of poison arts, he found it hard to imagine being poisoned by someone else.
"Could I really have succeeded?" Old Fei mused.
Behind Lianshan Xin, the corner of Liu Chen's eye twitched.
He felt that his teacher had only regressed over the years.
Succeeded, my ass.
You're about to become a ghost.
"It does bear some resemblance to the Power-Dispelling Pill I've been developing."
Old Fei lowered his head to look at his slightly trembling hands, sensing the True Qi within him dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As an old poison fiend who had spent his entire life playing with poison, he knew that this was precisely the effect he had dreamed of for his Power-Dispelling Pill.
But he still had not figured out when he had been poisoned.
Lianshan Xin felt that this Power-Dispelling Pill should not be a core product of the Prince of Donghai's Estate. He asked curiously, "Old Fei, didn't Grandfather ask you to turn these Jianghu experts into his assets? Wouldn't dispersing their power be a terrible waste?"
Lianshan Xin's guess was correct. The Prince of Donghai did indeed have such intentions, so Old Fei still failed to catch on