An awkward silence reigned after Lu Qingxun’s venomous declaration.

“Eh?” Confidence crumbling, the old man stared dumbly at Lu Yun. “Why—why are you alright?”

“Should I not be?” Lu Yun asked.

“You took my Aurum Openia Pill.” Lu Qingxun’s chest heaved violently, his eyes boring into Lu Yun. “Why haven’t you turned into my puppet?”

“Do you mean this?” A pill appeared in Lu Yun’s hand with a flip of the wrist. “The control art you attached to the pill is so obvious that even a blind man could spot it.” He shrugged. “I’m no fool. Why would I take it?”

Yuying nodded in deep agreement. She’d spotted the trap when she first laid her eyes on the pill.

“What a waste of an antique pill to tamper with it like this! You’re wasting the...