"Very good. It seems the Third Young Master of the Long Family still has some spirit after all. I can think a little better of you now," Chen Tianyang said with a faint smile. He walked over to Mu Ling, reached out, and pulled back his eyelids to check his pupils.
Just then, a small amount of white powder, nearly invisible to the naked eye, appeared in Chen Tianyang’s palm. While he was inspecting Mu Ling’s eyes, he made sure the powder was inhaled into Mu Ling’s nose.
The move was so subtle and seamless that even Long Hanqiu, who was standing closest, didn’t notice—let alone Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang, or the others watching from a distance.
Chapter 691