When Jiang Xuecheng heard this, he looked extremely pained.
The hand holding the sharp knife dropped down bit by bit. He was like an injured beast, struggling on his own.
Seeing that the knife had finally left the side of her neck, the high priest heaved a sigh of relief. However, the blood that was still oozing out of his neck made the high priest extremely unhappy.
Today, she had almost fallen into the hands of a junior. It was really…
The High Priest's lips curled into a sneer of ridicule.
"Alright, I'm a woman of my word. In a while, I'll send the recipe for the poison along with the antidote. It all depends on your research and developmental ability!"
She looked at Jiang Xuecheng indifferently. Although her neck was dripping with blood, her entire person had an intimidating aura.
