Yan Chu's eyes turned icy cold, and he suddenly lunged forward, snatching the rope and lashing it viciously against the ground, kicking up a great cloud of dust, "Either kill me or all of you get out of my way, scram now!"
Butterflies resting nearby all fluttered toward this place, resembling a dense swarm of dark clouds—
The men knew his butterflies were formidable; truly angered, they could kill a person directly, so they didn't linger, all retreating.
That left Yan Chu standing alone, his handsome face revealing indiscernible joy and anger.
The butterflies arrived and landed on him, pleasingly flitting around him in a graceful dance.
He was fed up. Father knew nothing but to send people to catch him and bring him home. Was power really that important? Couldn't he refuse it?
But, what did they just say... Gu Poison genetic disease?
Does that mean, Moh Shiche... might have this disease?
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