The Witch Ancestor's complexion was so pale it was terrifying, and the shadow that shrouded over made one feel uneasy.
He reached out and with great force took the Jade Dragon Wine Jug from Su Yan's hands.
He sniffed at the mouth of the jug, the Witch Ancestor's voice laughing sinisterly,
"The medicine pills I gave you, why haven't you put them in?"
Su Yan remained silent.
The Witch Ancestor opened the lid and handed it to Su Yan, speaking absurdities,
"I heard you have a younger brother, eight years old this year. Both your parents and you adore him dearly."
Su Yan slowly pulled out the light yellow medicine pill from her sleeve.
Under the Witch Ancestor's gaze, she personally dropped it into the wine jug.
Following that, the Witch Ancestor laughed, his voice hoarse and gloomy,
"If you can make the Third Prince drink this wine, then your parents, your brother, and you will all be safe and sound."
He paused,
"But if... I find you played any tricks... all of you will die."
