"Curse it all!" Yin Changkong's mind was a storm of fury. It was all because of that damn Christopher. If he hadn't stolen the secret manual, Yin would have already returned it to the f*******n grounds of the main altar by now.
Then, without anyone being the wiser, the Master would have bestowed the antidote upon him, and the plan would have been flawless.
But now, without the antidote, only death awaited him.
Yin Changkong's hatred for Christopher burned like an unquenchable fire.
Just then, Christopher spoke with a smile, "Hall Master Yin, it seems the poison of the Yin-Yang Elixir is acting up, isn't it?"
What the...?
How did he know about the Yin-Yang Elixir?
Yin Changkong's eyes were filled with shock, and he realized Christopher had pierced through his facade with a single gla
