Do you want an antidote?

  A middle-aged man in black clothes, with his hands behind his back, had a red glow shining from the eyes on his forehead, like fire burning. This middle-aged man was indeed Gu Yang, the master of the Yin-Yang Gate. Gu Yang's eyes met Yan Yi's dark eyes, and they stared at each other in silence, not speaking to break the stillness.

  Gu Yan stood still, looking at his master and Yan Yi, furrowing his brow. Suddenly, he felt a heavy feeling that he couldn't accept for a moment. He let out a cold hum, "Uh."

  Gu Xiang's cold hum broke the gaze between Yan Yi and Gu Yang, Gu Yang's eyes not looking at Gu Xiang still gazing at the one in white standing under the moonlight, spotless like a banished immortal. "Yan Shi Zi has been using internal energy to suppress his disciple for so long, he must be very tired, right?"

  His ink-black eyes, like a pitch-black night sky, gazed at Gu Yang, who was not far away and dressed in black, without any emotion. His thin lips slightly curled up, but there was no smile. His pale and delicate face always exuded a noble and elegant temperament. A soft, pure and melodious voice, like the sound of a piano, rang out:

  "Not tired yet, can still squeeze in a meeting, how does the master of yin and yang door look?"

  Gu Yang looked at Yan Yi with a faint smile, actually he quite admired Yan Yi, but unfortunately Yan Yi was not on his side, but on the Gu Mu's side, what a pity.

  Gu Yang's eyes moved slightly as he stared at Yan Yi, who was dressed in white. "If the young master of the Yan family doesn't want to be bothered by his own disciple, then so be it. But I've heard that Qian Yu Xian, the eldest daughter of the Tian Qi Kingdom's Thousand Kings' Manor, is very close to you, Young Master Yan - close enough to approach you within three feet. I am quite puzzled about this. And now, I've also heard that Miss Qian has been affected by my sect's Xiang Xiao Di... what do you say we should do about this?"

  His face was pale and unchanged, his thin lips slightly raised like a silver lotus in the moonlight, emitting a dazzling silver light. A pair of black eyes stared straight at Gu Yang without any emotion, as if they had already pierced through Gu Yang's thoughts. The soft and elegant voice, like a piano, seemed to come from the moon, clear and refreshing, like a spring entering one's ears, making it hard to forget.

  "The news of the master of yin-yang gate is really accurate, isn't it? You got the news so quickly after Xian'er was poisoned. Could it be that you sent someone to poison her and then got the news that she drank the medicine with xiangxiao drops, so you came all the way here to take a look? Yan Yi's bold guess doesn't know if it's right or not?"

  Gu Yang looked at Yan Yi, who was dressed in white and seemed untainted by the darkness of night, like a celestial being. He furrowed his brow secretly, realizing that he had miscalculated this time. He hadn't expected that Yan Yi truly cared about Qian Yu Xian, and now he had provoked such a formidable and terrifying man just to get his hands on Zuo Ming Yue's chess piece!

  Yan Yi's eyes stared straight at Gu Yang, her thin lips slightly raised. On her head, a white hairpin was adorned with a blue sapphire that emitted a blue glow under the moonlight. The originally beautiful and elegant scene was disrupted by a muffled groan of pain, "Uh!"

  Gu Yang slightly furrowed his brow as he looked at his beloved disciple, Gu Rong. Although Gu Rong was not comparable to Yan Yi in terms of talent and ability, he was still very loyal and had a natural gift for alchemy, so Gu Yang still held high hopes for this disciple.

  Gǔ Yáng looked at Gǔ Yuè with a pained expression, clutching his chest, and the strange red eyes on his forehead suddenly lit up with a deep crimson glow, like a burning fire of anger. The fists behind Gǔ Yáng's back were clenched tightly, trying to suppress his rage:

  "Yan Yi, do you want an antidote?"

  Yan Yi listened to Gu Yang's words, his thin lips still slightly curled up with a hint of a smile that was not a smile at all. The wind blew up his snow-white cloud sleeves and the extremely rare Snow Moon White Jade on his forehead.

  "Huh?"

  Gu Yang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress his anger from erupting. "The poison that was given to Qian Xiao Jie was an error on the part of my subordinate, it is I who is at fault. Now, I will personally hand over the antidote for Xiang Xi Di to you, Yan Shi Zi, as a form of apology." As he spoke, Gu Yang raised his right hand and tossed a small red bottle to Yan Yi.

  His lips curled up slightly, his smile reminiscent of the thousand-year-old snow mountain fox. Since his goal had been achieved, there was no need to waste words with Gu Yang and Gu Xiang. "Then please, Master Door, make sure you understand your target before making a move, lest you harm innocent people." With that, Yan Yi took his leave.