Master Tan Yi and those Outer Sect disciples were all startled, and upon looking again, it was Ye Lingyue who was surrounded in the center that had spoken.
"Well, Ye Lingyue, even at this moment, you still dare to shout at this Master."
Master Tan Yi hadn't expected Ye Lingyue to remain defiant, speaking in a harsh tone.
"Listen up, everyone, if you don't want to end up like him, then try coming to catch me."
Ye Lingyue grinned, revealing a set of bright, white teeth.
After she spoke, Master Tan Yi's eyebrows twitched, suddenly feeling a tickling pain on his fingers, as if hundreds of ants were crawling on them.
He looked down, and the cut on his finger from earlier, made by the Nine Dragon Chant, had somehow festered, oozing a yellow pus-like liquid with a rusty stench.
Needless to say, Master Tan Yi was poisoned!
"You despicable girl, as someone from Lonely Moon Sea, you actually poisoned your sword."
