The disciples in the courtyard all ceased their steps, casting sidelong glances toward the Great Elder's pharmacy—a place only accessible to his two most trusted disciples. Ordinary disciples like themselves were not permitted to enter.
At that moment, hearing the noises from inside, the two disciples favored by the Great Elder immediately rushed in.
What met their eyes was the shattered teacup and the Great Elder himself, hands trembling as he braced against the edge of the table, his complexion an ashen hue, his eyes bloodshot.
"Great Elder, you..."
The two disciples halted in their tracks, their eyes drawn to the Great Elder's purple lips.
They were disciples of Poison Valley and understood all too well what this signified—the Great Elder had been poisoned.
Who could have poisoned him within his own quarters?