As soon as Chu Qing spoke, his words were not much pleasing to the ears.
Prince Mu, however, was not offended and laughed softly, saying:
"Why should the Third Young Master be so tense?
"The reason I sought you out today is not for fighting... On the contrary, I have prepared a small gift for the Third Young Master."
As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his chest and tossed it to Chu Qing.
The origin of this item was unclear, so naturally, Chu Qing wouldn't take it casually.
With a turn of his Inner Breath, he lightly flicked his right hand, and an invisible force swept over the porcelain bottle.
After this encounter, the porcelain bottle neither flew upwards nor fell downwards.
With a buzzing sound, it spun in the air.
Chu Qing then put on the Silk Gloves to hold it in his palm, glancing at it:
"What is this?"
"The antidote."
Prince Mu said softly:
"The strange person you encountered just now was coated in deadly poison.
