"When did you poison us? We clearly didn't have any contact with you." Lin Qianyin was coughing more severely, black blood uncontrollably flowing from between her fingers, dripping onto the ground.
"There's no need to poison. It's been said it's an ancient elixir for suppressing spiritual power. Just crush it and scatter it throughout this canyon, and any cultivator who enters will be poisoned."
Zhai Yuzhu pointed at the ground, mocking, "You were too confident. Didn't you see that even the spirit beasts of Nether Abyss Peak dare not approach here?"
With that, Zhai Yuzhu finally lost her patience. Raising her palm slightly, spiritual power surged within her, and a black spiritual snake formed in her hand.
The spiritual snake coldly extended its tongue towards Lin Qianyin.
"Qianyin, it's time for you to go."
No matter how disdainful Zhai Yuzhu was towards Lin Qianyin in her words.
