Tianjin dismissed Lord Yang's retaliation and tried to scan Zhao Yang's body once more to make the antidote, but no matter how hard she tried, there's no anomaly detected on her detector.
The swan couldn't keep her calm anymore. Her face crumpled, and her heart-shaped screen on her chest turned black.
What to do? What to do?! I can't detect anything. How do I make the antidote?
The swan felt like crying. In the midst of panicking, Lord Yang's calm voice abruptly travelled to her ears.
"It's impossible. Don't try to make the antidote. If we can't even detect the aphrodisiac, do you think we can cure it?" Lord Yang rolled his eyes and flew down to meet Lai Jiayi's eyes.
"Oy, muggle! Can you hear me? Tell this lord, what do you feel? Is it unbearable? Tell this lord everything so we can save you!"
Lord Yang maintained his calm look but inside, his program worked hard to detect what kind of aphrodisiac his master just consumed.
