Yun Jifeng still found something wrong with what he was saying. "If the wine was that dangerous, why did you drink it?"
The man chuckled lightly. "Do you think I would put my own life in danger?" He waved a small bottle of something. Without having to say it, Yun Jifeng guessed that it was the antidote. He must have already taken it to afford such an amount of indifference.
It would not make any sense if Lu Aotian merely took the antidote to increase his lifespan. It had to be the one to completely cure the poison.
"What do you want?" He could only grit his teeth to ask.
Although the feeling was obvious, he did not want to admit the fact that Lu Aotian's presence in itself intimidated him to the point that he felt like a pauper before an emperor. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to bite his tongue and die.