"He called it the Fallen Immortal…"
Miao Yi shook off the blood stains and sheathed his sword artifact, then briefly recounted the incident that had just happened.
When he heard the story, Sikong Wuwei immediately lashed out, "Son of a bitch. I was wondering why this bastard suddenly dragged us along to take a bath. And while we were bathing, he suddenly said we should be careful then ran off to take up sentry duty. So he was trying to draw the two of us away."
Zhao Fei walked to the table and picked up a cup. He took a whiff and couldn't find anything wrong with it. If it were so easily detectable, then it wouldn't be called the 'Fallen Immortal'.
Then he turned around and walked off, leaving everyone else wondering what he was trying to do. Soon, he brought back a mouse. And only then did they understand his intentions.
He invoked his arts to draw out a small globule of wine and forced it down the mouse's throat.
