*Bam... Bam... Bam...*
Shang Xiaoyin frowned and turned back as the women behind her fell to the floor one by one, and she could see that they had immediately fallen into a deep sleep, evidenced by their snoring.
The tip of a needle suddenly pressed against Shang Xiaoyin's neck, so she immediately glanced behind and saw Shang Xiaojuan, who was coldly glaring at her. 'Shit! I overlooked the fact that this man is deeply infatuated with Shang Yaolin, and he is prepared to go to any lengths for her.'
"It's true that I can't kill you because you're our patriarch's niece, but that doesn't mean I can't do other things to you." Shang Xiaojuan spoke slowly as he stabbed the needle slightly into Shang Xiaoyin's neck. "However, you should still remember my abilities, right? Even a soul cultivator like your brother cannot withstand them, let alone a mere body cultivator with a weak soul strength like you, and I dare guarantee you won't like the effects."
