Zhaozhao straightened up and glanced at the pill on the table. There were many pills in her bag that looked similar in appearance and size. At first glance, she couldn't quite remember this one.
So she leaned over and lay on the table to observe it carefully. After looking for a while, she still couldn't figure it out. She raised her eyes and asked Lou Qingzhuo, "Can I take it in my hand and have a closer look?"
"Sure, feel free." Lou Qingzhuo nodded, then directly reached out, pinched the pill, and handed it to Zhaozhao.
Zhaozhao held it in her hand, examined it carefully for a while, and then carefully brought it to her nose to smell. Smelling the unique fragrance of the pill, she finally recalled something.
"This pill seems to be one I refined. I remember I should have given it away. How did it end up with you?"
"Are you sure you refined it? You're not mistaken?" Lou Qingzhuo's face suddenly showed a bit of excitement. On closer inspection, one could even catch a fleeting look of surprise in his eyes.
"Yes, I'm not mistaken. I refined this one." Zhaozhao pinched the pill, looked at it again and again, and said very definitely, "I remember. I seem to have given this pill to Lu Chukong, a friend of mine. How did you get it?"
Lou Qingzhuo's Adam's apple bobbed. He said hoarsely, "Because he gave it to me."
"Oh, I see." Zhaozhao wasn't too surprised. Since she had given the thing away, what the recipient did with it had nothing to do with her. If Lu Chukong wanted to give it to Lou Qingzhuo, that was Lu Chukong's business. She handed the pill back to Lou Qingzhuo.
But she was still a bit curious. "Why did you ask me about this? Could it be that something happened to you after taking this pill?" Could it be that it was this pill of hers that had made Lou Qingzhuo the way he was now?
Oh my god!
Could his masochistic illness be related to her pill? Zhaozhao's mind started to run wild with crazy thoughts. The more she thought, the more scared she got. She had already included curing Lou Qingzhuo's illness in her plan, calculating when she could find an opportunity to ask her third senior brother to take a good look at him. If something really went wrong, she would feel so guilty.
Lou Qingzhuo had no idea what a storm was raging in Zhaozhao's mind because his own mind was far from calm either.
Zhaozhao had admitted that she had refined this pill. As the medical and poison master of the Dong Clan, Lou Qingzhuo was absolutely certain that this pill was indeed refined using the secret method of the Dong Clan.
This indirectly indicated that Zhaozhao at least knew the secret method of the Dong Clan. He couldn't help but think of the lost sacred object of the Dong Clan in the Bu Ye Cauldron.
There was a matter that had been passed down among the heirs of the Dong Clan. Others didn't know about it, not even the Dragon Lord Su Yuan. But as the young master of the Dong Clan, Lou Qingzhuo knew very well that although the thing in the Bu Ye Cauldron was said to be the sacred object of their Dong Clan, in fact, it had been missing for hundreds of years. No one had ever seen what it looked like, and this thing would recognize its master.
Among the successive demon kings of the Dong Clan, there had always been a saying passed down from generation to generation. After the sacred object of the Dong Clan recognized its master, all future descendants must spare no expense and do everything possible to retrieve the sacred object and find a way to make it recognize a Dong Clan demon as its sacred master. Only in this way could they ensure that the sacred object would always stay with the Dong Clan and be used by them.
But over the years, not only had the thing been missing for hundreds of years, but even when it was still in the hands of the Dong Clan, they had never successfully made it recognize a Dong Clan member as its master. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been wandering outside with the Bu Ye Cauldron for hundreds of years.
If Zhaozhao in front of him was related to the Dong Clan and she was the last person to come into contact with the Bu Ye Cauldron, and the thing in the Bu Ye Cauldron disappeared after being retrieved from her hands... Was there a possibility that the sacred object of the Dong Clan had recognized her as its master!
If that was really the case, as the young master of the Dong Clan, he was bound to do everything possible to take Zhaozhao back to the Dong Clan. This was the only way to save his clansmen and change the fate of their clan.
Although Lou Qingzhuo had never cared about this thing and had never regarded the so - called sacred object as anything special, his clansmen did. He was the young master of the Dong Clan. Since he had enjoyed the offerings of his clansmen, he naturally had to shoulder the responsibility on his shoulders and do something for his people.
"Zhaozhao..." Lou Qingzhuo's voice trembled a bit. Looking into Zhaozhao's puzzled eyes, he asked softly, "Have you ever been to the territory of the Dong Clan before?"
"What?" Zhaozhao looked at Lou Qingzhuo and couldn't help but tremble. She wondered what was wrong with this person. "Don't get so excited. I've never been to the territory of the Dong Clan. I don't even know what it is or where it is."
The long - awaited hope after hundreds of years was right in front of him. How could he not be excited? In his eagerness, he grabbed Zhaozhao's hand and kept pressing, "Think it over carefully. Are you really sure you've never been there? The Dong Clan, the Dong Clan! Do you have any impression?"
He was using a lot of force. Zhaozhao was in pain and struggled to get him to let go. "Lou Qingzhuo, let go of me. I really haven't been to the Dong Clan. Let go! If you don't let go, I'll hit you!"
However, before Zhaozhao could start fighting back, a willow - leaf flying knife pierced through Lou Qingzhuo's wrist, making him let go in pain.
Cheng Sang was standing at the kitchen door, holding a bowl of boiled shrimp. He coldly retrieved the willow - leaf dart and looked at Lou Qingzhuo as if he were looking at a dead man. "Take your dirty hands away. If you dare to touch junior sister again, I'll chop off your hands."
Lou Qingzhuo stared fearlessly into Cheng Sang's eyes. He sneered, "Who do you think you are?"
A low - pressure atmosphere hung over the small living room. Zhaozhao looked left and right, then straightened up and jumped in between the two of them, interrupting their eye - to - eye confrontation.
"Stop! Everyone, calm down. Give me some face."
... This sounded as if the two of them had just had a trivial argument, but in fact, they were on the verge of a fight.
Zhaozhao first took the fruit yogurt from her senior brother's hand, gently pulled her senior brother to sit on the sofa, and then turned to look at Lou Qingzhuo. With a serious look on her face, she said, "Lou Qingzhuo, you've really made a mistake. I don't know what made you misunderstand, but I really haven't been to the Dong Clan. I grew up with my senior brothers and sisters since I was a child. After I went down the mountain, I've always been active in this area in the human world. I really haven't been there. If it weren't for the incident with the Bu Ye Cauldron last time, I wouldn't even have heard of the Dong Clan."
Lou Qingzhuo couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart. He stared at Zhaozhao stubbornly and asked, "Then what method did you use to refine that pill?"
Zhaozhao was completely confused. She didn't know why he was so entangled in this. But in order to dispel his unreasonable suspicion, she still explained, "It was very simple. I used the usual method to refine it. I usually refine pills like this. In fact, it's a method I came up with on my own. Is there something wrong? Did you feel uncomfortable after taking it?"
If Zhaozhao hadn't said this, it might have been okay. But as soon as she said that she came up with the method on her own, Lou Qingzhuo was even more convinced that there must be some inevitable connection between her and the Dong Clan.
But looking at Cheng Sang sitting on the sofa, glaring at him menacingly, Lou Qingzhuo also knew that this wasn't the right time to question her in detail. Thinking of the ancient legend of the Dong Clan, he decided for the first time to tell the content of that legend to someone outside the Dong Clan.
"In the beliefs of our Dong Clan, there is a divine tree. It is the hope of all the demons of the Dong Clan." As he spoke, he carefully observed Zhaozhao's expression, weighing his next move.
Hearing the words "divine tree" suddenly, Zhaozhao's eyebrows twitched. It was this again...
She asked, "What kind of tree is it?"
Lou Qingzhuo didn't miss any expression on Zhaozhao's face. He said, "That divine tree is called the Resurrection Tree. Do you know it?"
Zhaozhao shook her head blankly. "I don't know..."
He suddenly laughed, looking very happy. "Actually, I don't know either. No one has ever seen it, and no one knows its origin. It has always only existed in legends."