Elder Yao saw no Lost Souls or Deathgate Star in front of him, but it seemed his foot had stepped on something.
It felt like some scattered distiller's yeast.
Not good, this is a trap.
Elder Yao had stepped into a trap of his own making.
The courtyard in the dream and the real one had significant differences. As Elder Yao chased the Deathgate Star in his dream, his steps became distorted. Through a series of unfortunate events, he ended up walking into his own trap.
The medicine jars hanging in the storehouse burst, showering Elder Yao with Medicinal Powder.
How could I be so unlucky?
This was the poison he had carefully prepared, and now it had all fallen on him.
The poison immediately began to seep into his skin. Elder Yao's body stiffened, and the heavy alcoholic fumes that shrouded him quickly dissipated by more than half.
This alcoholic haze was Elder Yao's important barrier against misfortune. He lifted his wine jug, trying to wash off the poison with its contents.
