Ye Yinzhu frowned slightly; the man had changed his tune rather quickly, seemingly having found a glimmer of hope for survival, now resorting to threats.
"If you have an antidote, then you better keep it for yourself, because my Dragon Clan friend has already been cured of the poison. Since you've used poison, you must be well acquainted with it. I have a poison here called the Soul-Stealing Pill. After consuming it, you must take another dose every month, otherwise, you will die a miserable death after wailing in agony for seven days and nights. From now on, you are my slave. If you wish to live, don't try any funny business."
Peja was startled, "Just kill me, I won't take it. Uh..." Mid-sentence, a dark shadow had already entered his throat. Peja felt a bitter taste reaching his stomach and his face instantly turned pale with horror.