Chang Yuchun listened and looked at the Taoyao Pavilion.
Inside the Taoyao Pavilion, it was brightly lit. After today, Taoyao Pavilion would soon make a name for itself in Purple Cloud City, replacing De Yue Building's status.
All of this, of course, wasn't Chang Hao's idea, but that of the Poison Venerate.
"Father, why do you think the Poison Venerate insists on making Xin Lin the president of the Spiritual Cuisine Master Association?"
Clearly, with the Poison Venerate's strength, he could easily deal with that Xin Lin at any time.
The Poison Venerate's Erosion Worm had already turned the students of the Shaking Light Class into puppets of the poison insects; as long as they made a move on Xin Lin, Chang Yuchun couldn't believe Xin Lin could escape.
"The Poison Venerate has her own plans. It seems the Poison Saint has some scheme in mind."
Chang Hao pondered.
Now, the father and son were just the lapdogs of the Poison Saint.
