"I've long heard that there's a profligate son in the Teng Clan. He relied on his clan's power to become a Mist Patrol Envoy. In fact, he's rash and stupid. I've always thought that this was just a rumor. After all, that's the Teng Clan. How could they nurture such an heir?
"I didn't expect you to be even worse."
Young Master Teng's face suddenly turned purple. He said angrily, "You're courting death!"
However, just as he took two steps, his body suddenly trembled. A ball of black gas appeared on his face. He could not stand anymore and swayed.
"Young Master!"
"Young Master, are you alright?"
The other five people quickly came up to support him, but to their surprise, a cloud of black smoke appeared on their faces, and their bodies swayed.
"Poison! You poisoned us! Impossible! What poison! When did you poison us?!"