Mo Lao San hated Ling Xiao thoroughly.
If there was a chance to detoxify, he would definitely make Ling Xiao suffer a fate worse than death.
But for now, he must endure and absolutely cannot show any dissatisfaction in front of Ling Xiao.
Otherwise, it won't be Ling Xiao who dies, but him.
"Very well, I can tell you're a sensible person."
Ling Xiao said indifferently, "How many Martial Artists of the Yin-Yang Realm are there in your Blood Cave Stronghold, and what are they doing?"
"There are..."
Mo Lao San was about to answer, but Ling Xiao interrupted him: "You better not lie, your lies won't escape my eyes."
Seeing Ling Xiao's cold smile, Mo Lao San felt increasingly unsure.
He initially wanted to say a few lies to fool Ling Xiao, but with Ling Xiao's words, he didn't dare to lie.
"If you want to die, go ahead and lie."
Ling Xiao's eyes were like those of a hawk, staring intently at Mo Lao San, making Mo Lao San instinctively tell the truth.
