Rong Linyu then looked toward Mu Qian, continuing to smile, "Master Mu doesn't need to plot anything else, even if you snatch the cup from my hands it will be of no use, this Gu must eat once a month, and only I know how to feed it. Moreover, once it dies, the poison in your son's body will have no cure."
"Furthermore, once the Gu poison takes effect, without the antidote your son will certainly die, and I am the only person who can concoct it."
He paused, walked over to Mu Qian, his cold gaze meeting the other's, "Or perhaps you're thinking, just capture me and worry not that I won't hand over the antidote, this method could indeed work, but it will depend on whether your son's bones are as tough as mine."
After listening, Mu Qian spoke indifferently, "Young Master Rong, there's no need to say more, I have my own plans in mind on how to choose."
