「Two cups of tea later.」
On the bank of the Dragon River, with a thunderous crash, the solid ice on the surface burst apart from a powerful force below. A tall young man with a limp right arm sprang up from the hole in the ice. It was Ma Mingfeng, who had plunged into the ice hole and escaped with his life.
Drenched in the chilly river water, he clambered onto the bank, his complexion as pale as paper. He glanced at his right shoulder acupoint and slapped it forcefully. A silver needle shot out, shattering a small tree in the distance.
But even after expelling the silver needle, Ma Mingfeng's complexion did not improve. On the contrary, it turned even more cyanotic. "Kou Ming! You despicable scoundrel! You even poisoned the silver needle!"
