Bolin looked at Yang Qing a few times with a befuddled expression before letting out a sigh of defeat. It was plainly obvious from his master's excited face that there was nothing he could do or say to dissuade him from his request. He'd never thought he'd see someone so eager to get poisoned, but ever since he set foot in the Order, all his long-established ideas of what was common sense were continuously being overwritten with every second he was here.
Ever since he arrived, there had not been one normal thing he had come across. Maybe that was why he wasn't spending too many brain cells trying to convince Yang Qing against his plea. Brain cells simply didn't work here, and neither did common sense.
