Looking at Ye Guichen's back, Nong Huaji quickly picked up Feng Wuji's wrist to check his pulse. After confirming that Feng Wuji's body had no abnormalities, he couldn't help but feel amazed: "Mr. Ye truly is a genius. He can easily resolve such a lethal poison that leaves others helpless. I've lived for more than half my life and truly feel ashamed."
Feng Wuji scoffed arrogantly: "You should know who my master is."
"Cough cough." Nong Huaji didn't expect Feng Wuji to be so narcissistic, almost choking himself to death.
Young Master, can you not be so self-obsessed?
...
Ye Guichen returned outside of Cheng Zidao's house but didn't go inside; instead, he found a stone bench to sit on.
It wasn't long before Cheng Zidao came out.
From the look of him, Cheng Zidao must have reported back to the people behind him.
"Mr. Ye, why are you still here?" Cheng Zidao was startled upon seeing Ye Guichen, his eyes involuntarily flickering.
