"Big brother, thanks to the Thousand-year-old Snow Lotus gifted by Seventh Sister, after taking it, the internal injuries in my body have completely healed," Mu Rufeng said with a smile.
"That's wonderful, Seventh Sister is indescribably helpful; truly, the affection between siblings runs deep," the Crown Prince said, his face full of excitement.
But inside, he was extremely puzzled, "Wasn't the Thousand-year-old Snow Lotus something I advised Mu Wuxia to take? According to my plan, shouldn't he have died instantly upon consuming it?"
"Why, why is he now lively and bouncing around and even recovered from his injuries and cultivation??? Where's the poison? Where's the poison?"
However, the Crown Prince soon thought of the fact that Mu Rufeng now had no resources of any kind, even the more than seven million in consolation funds had been stolen, so it didn't matter that he hadn't died.
