Just a moment had passed, and Zhang Zongjin's lips swelled up horrendously - like sausages. He lay on the ground, wailing non-stop, tightly clutching his throat as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.
A look of distress crossed Yang Zhen's face. Indignant, he pointed at Duan Langcai, "You, Duan Langcai, so wicked and cruel, using such sinister means to inflict harm on Zhang's son. You're done, I will report you to the Elders of our Sect. You're done."
"No...No! It wasn't me! You, you're the one who screamed all of a sudden. Otherwise, how could the Blood Silkworm have been frightened and accidentally hurt Zhang's son?" Duan Langcai's face turned pale with fear. Even if he had ten thousand times the courage, he wouldn't dare let the Blood Silkworm bite Zhang Zongjin.
If it had killed him, it would have been fine. But if not, and the Sect found out, not even the entire Sword Servant Sect could protect him.
