"We can't fully trust this?" Handsome Fatty Wang looked at Ye Qing in surprise and said, "Did you give him fake poison?"
Ye Qing replied, "The poison is real, but this person is old and crafty, not someone who can be controlled with a simple pill."
Handsome Fatty Wang said, "Isn't that exaggerating? Who wouldn't fear death? If he takes the poison and dares to have any ideas, isn't that seeking death?"
Ye Qing shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The place where Nine-Fingers Wu Yong lives isn't far from the Wanyan's Tianzhao City. Prince Wan Yan dominates the Northern Desert, the North, and there are very few forces that can compete with the Wanyan Family. Moreover, Nine-Fingers Wu Yong has been tomb-robbing for so many years, and the wealth he has accumulated must be substantial. With Prince Wan Yan's character, there's no reason to let go of the incredibly wealthy Nine-Fingers Wu Yong!"
