“It’s poisoned.”

The Poison King spoke as he firmly gripped the mouth of the teapot.

Inside was the steaming hot tea that the attendant had brought, and he was holding it barehanded without hesitation.

It had to be scorching, but as a martial artist at the Hwagyeong level, the Poison King wouldn’t even flinch at such heat.

The more important detail, however, was the look in his eyes.

“Do you know who’s responsible for this?”

His gaze burned with fury, a murderous intent swirling in his eyes.

I swallowed nervously.

‘He sensed it that fast?’

I only noticed the poison …