"Qin Nanfeng, what do you need your arm for?" said Ling Chuxi lightly, a peculiar smile appearing on her face.
Qin Nanfeng was stunned and his face changed the very next moment as he understood what she Chuxi meant. His right hand suddenly felt incomparably heavy. He was actually unable to raise it! He lowered his head, yet he did not notice anything out of the ordinary about his right hand. It was just that his arm had no strength whatsoever.
Ling Chuxi's somewhat cheeky voice spoke, "The moment you lowered you head, I could have totally slaughtered you. However, I did not do so. See how kind I am?"
Greatly shocked, Qin Nanfeng took a step back. As he cautiously looked at Ling Chuxi, he switched his sword to his left hand.
"You actually poisoned me?" asked Qin Nanfeng. He sounded hesitant because there was nothing out of the ordinary with his arm.
