Fantasy

Seated at the table was an elderly man in a gray robe.

His eyes carried a brooding intensity, sending shivers down one's spine.

Yu Zinan was somewhat afraid of him, speaking politely but with flattery, "Senior Mo, you're absolutely right. Gu Qingluan can only resort to some mediocre methods. The time she cured Sister Huarong's poison was merely a stroke of luck. Senior Mo, as the ancestral master of poison medicine, how could Gu Qingluan compare to you?"

The old man, who was none other than Poison Doctor Mo Xie, remained silent.

Yu Zinan couldn't discern his emotions and dared not say more, turning to look at Yu Huarong.

Just then, Yu Huarong's expression suddenly changed.

Yu Zinan wondered, "What could make Sister Huarong's expression change so suddenly?"

Recently, the only person who fits the bill is that Gu Qingluan, right?

He hurriedly looked out of the window.