The Mad Monk glanced at the food in Yun Lintian's cell and said with a gloating smile, "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Boy, what crime did you commit? Did you steal someone's daughter? Why would they hate you so much?"
He was a poison expert and could tell the poison in the food aimed to cripple Yun Lintian's profound vein. No matter what kind of elixirs Yun Lintian used, they would be useless in removing the poison.
Yun Lintian remained silent. His mind raced, trying to guess Qian Shang's next plan. Without a doubt, he would be taken away when the competition ended. This would be his most vulnerable period, as everyone would be leaving the city. This meant he only had a few days left.
"Are you hungry, boy? I can give you this piece of bread, but you have to dance for me." The Mad Monk laughed.
"Stop teasing him, you uncultured barbarian." The red-haired woman said with dissatisfaction.
