If he hadn't arrived a step earlier, he would have only been able to collect Xie Qi's corpse, and to still have the face to call him Milord, he was embarrassed on his behalf—it was all for naught following them to so many places.
"I did poison him, but it wasn't effective."
Xie Qi said this rather helplessly—who could expect the poisoner himself to have a surprisingly good resistance to the very poison he used?
He did poison the old fellow in front of him, but the man wouldn't just fall dead in an instant, and in terms of Original Soul power, he wasn't a match for him either. What could he do?
"Is that so?"
Qian Jiyun lifted his hand, touching his chin.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Xie Qi and the others, he took out a porcelain bottle from the void and handed it to him.
"Feed him this, let's test its effects."
Xie Qi: "..."
If he wasn't seeing things, wasn't the poison in this porcelain bottle something the Empress had recently refined?