Xuefeng felt a faint tremor ripple through him as Ling's Qi surged, swiftly purging the toxin. In that suspended moment, the Queen's question dug into his mind, an insidious force compelling him to respond. His lips parted instinctively—but in the blink of an eye, the intrusive thoughts dissolved, leaving only clarity.
Ling's voice murmured in his mind, I've gathered the toxic mist that seeped through your skin. You can release it whenever you like to turn the tables on her. The tricky part is I had to store it in your lungs, or else it'd lose potency. You'll need to breathe it out—through your mouth—to use it.
A spark of grim satisfaction flickered in Xuefeng's eyes. So I can use her own trick against her. All right… Let's play along.
