"It's somewhat like poison, I suppose," Yu Fan explained.
"No, it isn't! Why would I use poison?" Liu Shuying protested earnestly. Remembering how she had inadvertently coated the barbecue in dish soap, she still felt a twinge of guilt.
Yu Fan turned, surveyed the courtyard, and stretched. His extremely subtle spiritual awareness caught sight of a patch of scorched wild grass, where eight blades were clearly burned halfway down. The estate wasn't particularly large.
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