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Chu Yi's gaze slowly shifted toward Zuo Mei, who couldn't help shivering, but still bravely blustered.
At this moment, a strange scene occurred. The elixirs scattered on the ground were covered with a thin layer of green vapor. If it had been daytime, it would have surely surprised Zuo Mei, but now that it was late at night, neither of them noticed the change in the elixirs.
The green vapor slowly drifted into Chu Yi's body, and Zuo Mei, sensing something amiss, slowly lifted his foot…
"Unless you die..." Chu Yi said to Zuo Mei, word by word, then put down the square box he was holding, flipped his wrist, and the longsword made a beautiful spin in the air.
Zuo Mei immediately stepped back, using his folding fan to defend himself in front of his face. He realized that Chu Yi was different from before and that he could ill afford to underestimate him.
