Ah Bu and Nia were utterly astonished to see Jia Fang actually take the initiative to extend his right hand.
'Ptolemy's greatest advisor, the arrogant Jia Fang, a Cabinet Minister as venomous as a snake, was actually showing goodwill?'
'Had that ever happened before?'
Shi Ming smiled faintly and extended his right hand, silently activating the Black Tortoise Shield.
He gripped Jia Fang's hand tightly.
It was always wise to be on guard.
In an instant, he felt a treacherous little snake seep into his body from Jia Fang's palm. It was as light as a feather, yet carried a chilling, blatant malice. Had it not been for Shi Ming's incredibly sharp senses, he never would have noticed.
'An S-rank skill: Nether Snake Feather?'
