Getting Hands Dirty

"Kill her? I'd rather not dirty my hands."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shi's anger flared, but she dared not speak out.

Gu Zhicheng let out a sigh of relief. "So it was all just a misunderstanding."

He had genuinely worried that Gu Qingluan might resort to violence. Although he was also a Saint, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against her. If she were to attack, he'd probably end up embarrassed and unable to stop her.

"However—"

"What do you mean, 'however'?"

Both Gu Zhicheng and Wang Shi tensed up.

"Madam has sent a gift for my son. Shouldn't I reciprocate?"

Snap!

Gu Qingluan raised her hand and flicked open a box slightly smaller than a palm, revealing a green, ethereal pill.

"As long as Madam consumes it, we'll consider the debt settled."

Without a second thought, Wang Shi refused.

What a joke—there's no way that what Gu Qingluan presented was something beneficial.

It must be a sinister concoction!