"Ah! Chen, you are the ruler of a region and a famous figure in Da Qian. Aren't you losing face by using such methods to deal with me?"
After Yang Chen had specially prepared some poison pills, Zhou Muchun didn't last long before he rolled on the ground in pain.
His hands kept scratching at his skin. If it wasn't for his defense, he would have already scratched it to pieces.
Looking at Zhou Muchun who was lying on the ground, Yang Chen slowly squatted down and took out a pill from his storage bag. He smiled and said,""This is the antidote. As long as you bring me to your treasure, I'll give it to you."
"Ancestor, at this point, why are you still guarding your resources? Are you still dreaming of making a comeback?"
"Good! I promise you."
Zhou Muchun had intended to refuse, but that heart-wrenching pain and unbearable itch forced him to give in.
Hearing this, Chen Yang passed the pill to Zhou Muchun.
