The incense was the most effective thing to battle Min Yu's relapse, but Huo Yao put it out without saying a word.
Yang Yi's eyes went bloodshot. His aggressive features became even more menacing. He walked over and snatched the half-burnt incense from Huo Yao's hands. Then he took out a lighter and wanted to light it again.
Huo Yao was unperturbed. She pursed her lips and said, "You can keep lighting it if you want him to die a little sooner."
Despite her soft tone, it sounded faintly threatening.
Yang Yi's hands paused. Even though he knew not to get affected by her words since she was no expert, his finger froze for a long time without lighting the lighter.
Old Mr. Pei instinctively turned to look at Huo Yao and asked her. "Why can't we use the incense?"
Huo Yao sat down next to Min Yu and said calmly, "Give me your hand."
