Liu San stared at the large hand clamped around his wrist, his heart about to leap out of his throat!
'It's over! Have I been exposed?!'
He stared intently at the bowl of congee held by [Righteous Light], his heart in his throat. He watched helplessly as the "bodyguards" gathered around the bowl and began what looked to him like a bizarre ritual.
One of them brought two fingers together and pointed them at the congee from a distance. A moment later, the others leaned in. Liu San could faintly hear them discussing something.
[Item: A Bowl of Ordinary Congee]
[Quality: Common]
[Description: Looks like it was cooked just right. The rice grains are soft and glutinous, and it has a faint, fresh aroma. Maybe... give it a taste?]
Immediately after, another person actually pulled a silver needle from his robes and stirred it in the congee.
[DING! Scan complete... No highly toxic substances detected.]
