Ji Dengtu's expression grew awkward. This turn of events had clearly made him feel ashamed as well. “I told you before that the Soul Return Pill is useful in most situations. However, there are some situations where it’s useless. This is clearly one of those few situations where it doesn’t work.”

Zu An couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Damn you! Give me back my money!

He was well and truly pissed off. “Return me my money then! You scammed me out of so much money over such an unreliable item!”

Ji Dengtu jumped backwards. He said defensively, “I will never refund you the money! Absolutely not!”

Zu An grabbed his collar and roared, “Then save Madam Chu’s goddamned life!”

“Do you think I don’t want to?!” Ji Dengtu pushed him away. He walked over to the side and sat down, lighting a cigarette. The smoke drifted upward, obscuring his face.

Zu An wanted to say something else, but Ji Xiaoxi...