As Bell walked toward the stage, she remembered what her Mama had told her. She wondered if she could easily get around this poison somehow. While she was pondering, she walked up on stage. The Poison Sect disciple also made his way onto the stage. He wore a long black cloak with a hood covering his face. But if one looked at his skinny boney fingers that looked too pale to be alive, one could tell he dabbled in more unorthodox ways of cultivation.
"You should give in now…." The Poison Sect disciple said in a hoarse voice. "Once my poison seeps in, it will be impossible for you to leave this stage alive."
