Huo Yunjiao's expression remained cold and indifferent.
He seemed to not care about the effects caused by taking the pill.
Ling Xuzi was breathing heavily, clearly angry.
He exclaimed, "How can it not matter?! In the Capital City, everyone knows you only have ten years of life left. After taking this medicine, it won't be ten years anymore!"
Huo Yunjiao laughed lightly.
His cryptic eyes swept toward Ling Xuzi, "What difference does it make to live one more day or one less day? Can it change the predetermined fate of my early death?"
Ling Xuzi was speechless.
There's clearly no way to change it.
A day lived is hardly a waste.
"Ahem..."
The third master suddenly coughed.
Huo Qiang, who was guarding on the side, quickly handed over a clean handkerchief.
A slender hand took the cloth and pressed it to the mouth.
A muffled cough echoed in the silent room.
The sound gradually grew louder.
For a long while, Huo Yunjiao's expression shifted.
