Wen Qingye took out a Black Pearl. Gathering Primordial Qi in his fingertips, he slowly crushed the pearl into a fine powder that collected in the palm of his hand.
Once crushed, the powder immediately turned a deep purple.
Wen Qingye gently applied the powder to Zhang Xiaoyun's face. The moment it touched her skin, a searing pain shot through her, as if she were being burned by fire. But Zhang Xiaoyun clenched her jaw, refusing to make a sound. A moment later, a trickle of blood seeped from between her teeth.
Wen Qingye was well aware of the Black Pearl's properties. Once it touched human skin, it would burn relentlessly like a scorching fire. Few could endure such agony.
"Xiaoyun, bite my arm," Wen Qingye said, holding it out to her.
Zhang Xiaoyun glanced at Wen Qingye, wrapped both hands around his arm, and then gently set her teeth on his skin.
Wen Qingye smiled. "It's fine. I'm tough. It won't hurt even if you bite down with all your might."
