Ma An’s breathing quickened when he began thinking that. He continued to pace back and forth, as if the matter weighed heavily on his mind. “No, this is merely my own speculation. If I report this, it will instead affect my master’s image of me. I have to investigate this further first…” he mumbled to himself.

He then recalled Zu An’s recent accomplishments. Furthermore, if he really was Golden Token Eleven, then his cultivation would only be even higher than what he had shown so far. Even though he was the imperial hospital’s commissioner assistant, he wasn’t confident he could take Zu An down alone.

But he wasn’t worried at all. He headed into the deepest part of the room and opened up a cabinet. Then, he took out a pitch-black porcelain bottle from within.

Doctors and poison masters were one and the same. As a famous doctor, when did he ever have to personally do the deed if he wanted someone dead?

Ma An smirked as he held the black bottle.

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On the other hand, once Bi Linglong handed the ingredients...