Sikong Jing seemed oblivious to Gongyang Ying's gradually resentful and gloomy gaze.
He warned heavily again, "Also, the Detoxification Pill is my own thing. If you dare say it was given by Gongyang Ying one more time, I'll sprinkle the world's rare poison in your mouths and, when you're about to die, give you the antidote..."
"And if done repeatedly forty-nine times, I'll send you off to the afterlife."
His voice was chilling to the extreme, and imagining the scene he described made everyone shiver unconsciously.
With a cold laugh, Sikong Jing turned indifferently and walked towards the hall exit, naturally moving step by step to the waiting Chou Zhan.
Gongyang Ying looked dumbfoundedly at Sikong Jing's back, as if he had no intention of acknowledging her.
I, I, I...
She had just resolved to follow Sikong Jing in the upcoming quota battle.
