As soon as the old man left the room, Xuan Ming used a silver needle to test all the dishes.
He looked at everyone and said, "Indeed, there's no poison."
Le Zhao couldn't help but sigh, "It's really unsettling just to have a meal."
Xuan Ming served rice for everyone, and then sat down on the other side of Xuan Ying.
They had just begun to eat when a commotion arose outside the house.
"Is anyone here?"
"Yes, yes, yes, are you looking to stay the night?" It was the voice of another old man, but different from the assassin's voice just now.
Presumably, this is the real owner here.
Xuan Ying put down his bowl and chopsticks and curiously said, "Could it be that the target of the Heavenly Killer Sect has arrived?"
Xuan Ming replied, "Just eat, don't concern yourself with so much."
Xuan Ying wiped his mouth, stood up, and said, "You all eat first, I'll go take a look."
Seeing him finish speaking, he darted out the door swiftly.
