Qiye Chuan led Li Xiaoyao to the shrine, and suddenly he wore a fierce expression, glowering at Li Xiaoyao and said, "Hand over the antidote, and I might grant you a swift end!"
Li Xiaoyao acted as if he hadn't heard him. Standing outside the shrine, he glanced at the deity niches with offerings inside the shrine.
"This must be what you're relying on," Li Xiaoyao muttered, controlling his spiritual power to form invisible energy swirling around his body.
"Li Xiaoyao, you may be powerful, but in front of the Guardian God of the Qianye Family, you're as good as dead," Qiye Chuan sneered and said, "Hand over the antidote now, and I will plead with the Guardian God to give you a swift end."
"Guardian God?" To be called a god, the entity within the deity niche must be extraordinary. But Li Xiaoyao found it peculiar; if it were truly powerful, why would it confine itself to this modest niche?
