Sure enough, it's impossible to rely on the poison pill alone ...

Chao Phraya city.

Two rows of willow trees stood facing each other, guarding the small courtyard.

In the courtyard, fan Dechang was pacing back and forth with an anxious expression.

A moment later, just as he stopped in his tracks and was hesitating whether he should report this to si honglun mountain, a figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard not far away.

She was dressed in beautiful clothes and was surrounded by pearls and Jade. She was Zhou Miaoli, who was disguised as fan Jusong.

Fan Dechang immediately heaved a sigh of relief. The time that Zhou Zhen had returned was much later than he had planned. He had thought that something had happened to the other party.

If he had been a little later, he would have reported everything.

"How's the situation?" Fan Dechang quickly stepped forward and asked.

Zhou Miaoli didn't have any intention of explaining. She immediately took out her pill furnace and herbs and prepared to start concocting.