"What... what are you doing?"
As Sui Zimo's hand with the porcelain bottle approached his mouth, he turned his head away and clenched his teeth, trying to resist.
But Sui Zimo would not let him have his way. He stepped down hard, leaving Grand Old Master Chen without the strength to even lift his arms, then reached out with his free hand and twisted his head back.
"Ugh, cough cough."
The entire contents of the porcelain bottle were poured into Grand Old Master Chen's mouth.
Within moments, as Sui Zimo stood up and lifted his foot, Grand Old Master Chen could be seen rolling on the ground, clutching his face, wailing and howling like a ghost.
"What... what's happening? What's wrong with him?"
Mo Tong, shivering at the sight of Grand Old Master Chen's unbearable pain, asked.
She felt as if Grand Old Master Chen had melted entirely after being forced to take the medicine. Was this just her imagination?
