There was some sense in it, but the most important thing Zhe Jue didn't know.
"I coated the tip of the bamboo strips with potent poison. As long as the fierce stork is wounded by it, even if it doesn't die, it will succumb to the poison and fall. Then it will be much easier to kill," she said.
"What? Poison?"
Those holding the long bamboo strips shuddered upon hearing this.
When had she poisoned them? They had secretly chopped the bamboo earlier, and since then, people had been working in groups to whittle the strips. They had never seen her handling these long bamboo strips at all.
The strips had been poisoned already?
Indeed, one ought not to provoke those who wield poison; it was too terrifying.
"Rest assured, this lady is not about to jest with your lives," she said.
Lin Caisang looked at their timorous expressions, almost ready to throw away their long bamboo strips, and pursed her red lips.
