Zhou Xiaotong slowly digested all kinds of heavy information and sorted out his messy emotions. However, he realized that there was no regret in his heart. He looked at the night sky and said with a smile, "I don't regret it. Although I don't know why, I believe you."
In fact, from the moment he saw Xue Fanxin, he had an indescribable sense of familiarity. He felt that the aura she emitted was likable.
"Then I can tell you clearly that your choice is correct. Yan Jinfeng and the others should be dead now. I drugged them with a spirit dispelling medicine. Once the god worshiped by the Flowing Cloud Sect absorbs the blood essence and cultivation of Yan Jinfeng and the others, he will be indirectly poisoned."
"You released poison again?"
