Wei Ji stared straight into Lu Shaohua's eyes. His tone was calm, but his gaze carried something sharper, colder. "Don't pretend," he said quietly. "I know you know who tried to poison me."
The words struck the air like a blade cutting through silk.
Lu Shaohua froze. Her breath hitched. Her pupils widened, and for a brief second, the light in her eyes wavered. "Poison you?" she asked, her voice unsteady, trembling at the edge of disbelief.
Wei Ji didn't look away. "Even I know who did it."
A silence stretched between them. Lu Shaohua's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Fear began to creep up her face—subtle, but real. Her delicate fingers trembled against her robe, and Wei Ji saw it—the faint flicker of her Celestial Demon heart stirring behind her calm facade. The air around her grew tense, almost heavy, as if the spiritual energy itself feared her next reaction.
Wei Ji immediately realized his mistake. He had cornered her. He had spoken too directly.
