The Poison’s Effect

A small jade bottle appeared in Tang Xiu's hand as he moved his finger. Using his thoughts, he wound the cork up its neck. In but a moment, the bottle cap was pulled out, and the colorless and odorless gas floated out from the bottle mouth. He then exerted his power to wrap the gas to drift toward Singtuo and the old man.

He did all of that very secretively, causing Singtuo and the old man inside the ancestral hall to be unable to detect his actions, as even Singluen who stood next to him was unaware of what he was doing.

"So, which one of you is really in charge of the Dark Shaman Clan then?" asked Tang Xiu smilingly as he looked at Singtuo and the old man. There was a bit of a playful tone in his voice.

"Tuo'er is the patriarch. He naturally holds the right to manage the clan," answered the old man indifferently.