The words had barely left Hua Ling's lips when Xu Yunfan's eyes flickered. He caught the nearly imperceptible tremor of her pinky finger.
'This woman...'
A Silver Needle suddenly shot from Hua Ling's slender fingertip. Its tip glinted with a sinister blue light as it stabbed toward Zhao Ti's throat like a scorpion's stinger.
This "Heart-Eroding Needle" was a Low-grade Magical Artifact she had gone to great lengths to gather materials for and have someone refine. The needle was as fine as an ox's hair, yet it concealed a seven-layered poison. Spurred on by Hua Ling's True Essence, its tail trailed a faint green mist that filled the air with the smell of blood.
"What audacity!"
Xu Yunfan praised her silently.
