Curing the Poison

What the heck!

Such a lack of situational awareness, and you still want to take me as your teacher? Dream on!

The Eccentric Old Man clicked his tongue in displeasure.

"..." Zhou Xuan was on the verge of tears.

It was just a moment ago that you looked as if you were going to kill him. How am I to know that you would invite him into your residence as a venerated guest in the next moment?

"What are you dilly-dallying about for?"

As frustrated as Zhou Xuan was, he still turned to his servant and commanded him.

"..." The servant.

"Forget it, I will do it myself!" After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Xuan waved his hand.

It would seem more sincere for him to do it personally.

Thus, he quickly turned around and rush back to his residence.

Paying no heed to Zhou Xuan, Zhang Xuan walked into the room and sat on the main seat.