High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 528 - 382: Caged Bird, Wound of the Sage—Is Su Mu’s

"Alright, go ahead."

Soon, a rich aroma of tea filled the compartnt. Outside the business class, many passengers were captivated, and voices were heard.

"That’s such a wonderful fragrance; this must be so top-grade tea."

"Rich people really know how to enjoy life. When I get wealthy, I’ll also sit in business class and savor a pot of such tea!"

Before long, Zheng Qi ca with a cup of freshly brewed tea, "Master, the tea is ready."

"Alright, I get it." Su Mu nodded lightly and casually.

Zheng Qi returned to her seat, lowering her head as she ate her boxed al, but out of the corner of her eyes, she occasionally glanced at the teacup on Su Mu’s table.

Ti ticked by, but Su Mu showed no signs of wanting to drink the tea.

A few minutes later, Zheng Qi couldn’t help but remind him, "Master, once the tea gets cold, it doesn’t taste as good."

"Oh..."

Su Mu responded with a smile, pausing slightly as if he only rembered the cup of tea beside him after being reminded.

Imdiately, he casually picked up the cup, opened the lid, and took a light whiff.

"Good tea, Zheng Qi, you’re thoughtful."

Su Mu blew gently, and seeing this, Zheng Qi’s throat involuntarily moved, her heart in her throat.

"As long as he drinks it, even just a sip, my task will be completed..."

"But, doing this, is it right?"

Zheng Qi’s heart battled between heaven and hell, eventually lowering her head with a complex expression. In her peripheral vision, she finally saw Su Mu’s throat move as he gulped a sip of the tea.

With that, the dust settled. Yet a deep remorse surged within Zheng Qi’s heart. She picked up the last piece of at in her al box and ate it, unable to taste anything.

"Hmm, this tea is brewed quite nicely."

"As long as you like it, Master. I’ll, I’ll go to the restroom."

Su Mu responded casually with a hum, and after Zheng Qi left the business class compartnt, her body trembled slightly. Her expression was extrely complex.

"The genetic poison extracted from a Tier Eight, or even Tier Nine, highly poisonous fierce beast is deadly enough, just one drop could poison a top-ranked titled Grandmaster in a minute..."

"Even in the West, soone once used this poison to assassinate the Pope of the Holy See, that Martial Saint Level Pope, which caused his Qi and Blood to wither, his Primordial Qi to sustain great damage, ultimately leaving an unhealable wound."

"This poison has a terrifying na - Wound of the Sage."

"The Chief drank the whole cup, my mission is complete..."

"But will they really keep their promise and let Xiaolu and the others go?"

Zheng Qi’s thoughts were chaotic, her pace quickening as her mind flashed back to previous phone calls, both made and received.

"Zheng Qi, it’s too late for anything now... There’s no antidote for Wound of the Sage."

"In just another minute, the Chief will die, die in the compartnt, the outco is already determined. Afterward, I need to take Xiaolu and the others out of the war zone, change our nas, and go into hiding..."

Zheng Qi thought to herself, and in the corner of her eye, the high-speed train erged from a mountain tunnel, and a trace of light shone through the window. She felt a sense of freedom and liberation.

Like a caged bird about to escape its prison.

Finally, Zheng Qi reached the end of the compartnt, wanting to get so fresh air as her hand fell onto the compartnt handle.

Tzzzz.

Her skin suddenly felt a searing sting as if so scalding liquid was continuously being poured onto her hand.

Zheng Qi looked down.

Her pupils contracted imdiately, shattering the dream.

Zheng Qi realized her hand was just under the hot water outlet of the water dispenser, with boiling water pouring down, everything was no illusion.

She looked up incredulously, then her whole body trembled violently.

Zheng Qi realized in horror that she was still inside the business class compartnt; she had never left it.

At this mont, a calm voice ca from behind.

"It was rather interesting..."

Zheng Qi quickly turned around, seeing Su Mu several ters away, sitting calmly, facing her, lifting the lid of his teacup. Behind him, there was a silver, translucent phantom with ever-changing form.

But...

The tea in the cup hadn’t diminished in the slightest and was long cold; Su Mu clearly hadn’t drunk even a sip!

But, how could this be?!

"My spiritual power has made so breakthroughs these days. I’ve heard that the Phantom Demon is skilled at spiritual illusions and mind manipulation, so I tinkered with it a bit. What do you think of my illusion, Zheng Qi?"

In an instant, boundless fear erupted deep within Zheng Qi’s mind and swept through her brain, spreading across her entire body.

Then.

Her spirit experienced an unprecedented tremor...