Poetry Recital (1)

"Alright, I came to ask you about the incident concerning Ashoka Manor. But now, it seems like it doesn’t matter anymore," Shangyang Jiuli said casually. "Oh, and… even Black Crow can spot the Zombie poison on you. You’d best handle it."

"My Lord, may I know why that Senior Black would say that I was lying to him?" Lu Sheng suddenly asked after some silence.

"No idea. Maybe he sniffed some scent on you, or saw some telltale sign that betrayed you. Who knows? Anyway, to me, all’s well as long as they show face to my Shangyang Family, and me, Shangyang Jiuli," Shangyang Jiuli pinched the cauldron in her hand. Suddenly, she asked, "Did you really kill the Officiator?"

"What makes you say that, My Lord? There’s such a wide chasm between my strength and the Lord Officiator’s. Do you think that’s possible?" Lu Sheng chuckled.