He pondered over it repeatedly and finally made a decision, "Okay."
Mo Beiyan wasn't surprised; he didn't think Luo Xiao wanted to die. He extended his hand, "Okay is useless, hand over the antidote first."
Luo Xiao pressed his lips together and reached into his pocket, taking out a small bottle.
Mo Beiyan took it, poured out a red pill, and looked at it. "Are you sure there's no mistake?"
"I'm sure."
"If you're wrong, I'll chop your head off."
Mo Beiyan handed the small bottle to Li Qin, "You can leave. If you're worried, you can test the poison before ingesting it."
Li Qin accepted it with skepticism and then supported Mo Nanjue, "Young Master?"
