Old Man Qiao's eyes flashed with disbelief upon hearing, but before he could react, Mo Chen twisted his neck, causing his head to tilt at an odd angle.
Easily discarding his body, Mo Chen leaped down to the ground, like a Divine Mansion descending from the heavens, his presence ethereal and indifferent.
This scene left the onlookers somewhat entranced.
Su Yan felt that he was nothing less than an immortal come down to earth; how else could someone have such a detached aura?
Mo Chen walked over to Shen Wu, pulled a porcelain vial from his bosom, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into Shen Wu's mouth.
Before long, Shen Wu stood up with no signs of lingering poison.
"Thank you, young master," he said, exuberant, bouncing around once again.
"Master Mo Chen, what did you say to Old Man Qiao?" Su Yan asked curiously as she walked over.
Mo Chen shook his head, smiling without a word.
Su Yan grew even more curious, "Is it some kind of unspeakable secret?"
