The maidservant's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground.
The Spirit Soup she held fell, shattering into pieces as the emerald-green liquid spilled all over the floor.
"What's going on?"
Du Qinghui's voice came from inside the room.
Bai Yuan stepped over the threshold and into the room.
"There's something wrong with this person."
Du Qinghui's eyes narrowed. "What is it?"
"She's wearing a skin mask, and she poisoned the soup."
Du Qinghui didn't waste time asking how he knew. As Dong Wanjun's disciple, Bai Yuan was bound to have his methods.
As a Skin Painter, it was child's play for Bai Yuan to see through others' disguises.
The maidservant had seemed normal during their last encounter. For her to be wearing a skin mask now meant something was definitely wrong.
As for the poison, Bai Yuan naturally didn't possess the ability to identify it from a distance.
