"Dizzy?" Zhou Ping was stunned, his expression suddenly changing, feeling the world spinning before his eyes. "Not good, there's poison in the tea!"
He struggled to stand up, but felt his whole body soft and weak, and plopped back into his seat, dazedly asking, "What's going on?"
Seeing this, Lu Ye knew the poisoning was not Zhou Ping's doing.
He had sensed earlier that there was poison in the tea because of some abnormal reactions from the Talent Tree, but he pretended not to notice.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ping was poisoned too, so it wasn't him who arranged someone to poison... then...
The sound of fluttering robes arose, and from the inner side of the hall, a portly man stepped out, looking somewhat authoritative, with an elder half-scholar holding a feather fan following behind him.
With swishing sounds, another group of people stepped through the main door, each with an unfriendly expression.
