“What’s wrong?” The Solitary Eight looked at her.

Qiu Honglei recalled the figure that had just flashed across her vision, and she grew suspicious. “Test the food.”

The Solitary Eight weren’t clueless newborn hatchlings, and quickly caught on. One of them took out a needle to test out the food, but the needle did not change color. It hadn’t detected any poison.

Zu An was speechless at the lack of knowledge in these backwards civilizations. Silver needles only detected sulfides. The only way the silver needles would react is if the container that stored the poison wasn’t air-tight, allowing some sulfides to appear in the arsenic.

Many poisons don’t even contain any sulfides! A silver needle won’t cut it!

“Something’s not right. There is definitely something wrong with this food,” Qiu Honglei said decisively.

The rest of them turned to look at Solitary Wood. Zu An was curious. Why were they looking at him?

The green-haired man—Solitary Wood—placed his little finger into the...