Zhao Ling gracefully raised the teacup to her lips, savoring the soothing warmth of the liquid before speaking. "Young sect leader, your intuition is astute. I, too, have been engrossed in the investigation, and I have just received a report and I know exactly what is off with the entire situation"
Her words hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the tea, as anticipation and curiosity brimmed in Yan Xing's eyes.
Yan Xing's brows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening as he gazed at Zhao Ling in astonishment. "You know?" he uttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of shock and curiosity.
A composed expression settled upon Zhao Ling's features as she confirmed Yan Xing's query. "Indeed, young sect leader," she affirmed. "That seemingly innocuous brown powder is not a medicine at all; it is, in fact, a potent drug."
