"Who did this?"
Zhan Luan's face changed dramatically. He hastily called over the soldiers, ordering them to dispose of the dish immediately, and then also commanded them to capture the soldiers who delivered the food and the chefs.
Seeing Zhan Luan's series of actions, Duan Gujin's brows knitted tightly together as a thought flashed through his mind.
"I think that Zhan Luan probably wouldn't resort to poisoning to kill me, and he has absolutely no need to do so. If he found me displeasing, he could have handled it much more domineeringly! With his cultivation as a Demon Saint, he wouldn't need to employ such despicable methods like poisoning. There's only one possibility then; someone from the Devil Clan wants to make a move against him!"
"Father, we should throw away all these dishes. I worry that all of them are poisoned!"
Miao Yu pointed to the pile of food on the table.
"Good! Throw them all away!"
