With the thunderous sound of the palace door shutting, Gu Lan trembled and raised her head: "Rong Jing, are you so confident that the Heart-devouring Incense can completely incapacitate someone?"
After all, the Heart-devouring Incense only paralyzes with pain. Some people are naturally insensitive to pain, while others have strong wills and can overcome the pain to suddenly strike.
Rong Jing looked at her, picked up the incense picking tongs, and added more Heart-devouring Incense into the incense burner.
The entire hall was instantly filled with thick blue-white smoke, which even obstructed one's vision.
Gu Lan suddenly coughed, her head drooping powerlessly, her face seemingly even paler.
Rong Jing coldly sneered and softly retorted: "Do you really think I would actually put myself at risk by staying here with you?"
As his voice fell, three figures dressed in black, with black masks stepped out from behind the enormous screen.
