"Hmm, I see."
On the high platform with the Imperial Carriage, Zhao Yi, hearing about the Dragon Race's shameless poisoning causing the cultivators from the sects to be poisoned to death, casually waved his hand.
Although the strength of the Dragon Race far exceeds that of the cultivation sects, although in the battle between the two sides, the Dragon Race was overwhelmingly slaughtered, although the Dragon Race's poison even killed their own, although... forget it, can't make it up anymore.
However,
who said the Dragon Race can't use poison?
The Dragon Race has always been foolish, and their poisoning of human cultivators, resulting in even mistakenly poisoning themselves, makes sense!
Yao Zhi saw that Zhao Yi indeed didn't care about the life and death of the Dragon Race, knowing his guess was right.
Though pleased at heart, he didn't show the slightest emotion on his face.
