"Hahaha!"
Ye Chen laughed without saying a word.
"If that's the case, then drink this water."
Ye Chen signaled for his men to give the water to Pan Shengmei.
Looking at the cup of water, Pan Shengmei remembered the feeling of death.
She didn't want to die!
She wanted to live.
"Young Master Ye, it's all Zhang Xiaofan's fault; she saved me."
"I didn't want this to happen."
Pan Shengmei knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Saved you?"
Ye Chen's expression showed he didn't believe it at all.
That poison was one of the ancient top ten deadliest poisons.
He had gone through a lot of trouble to get it.
Exceptionally toxic, even martial artists and cultivators who weren't strong enough were either killed or crippled after taking it.
"I thought you were someone obedient, but not a single word you say is true."
"Make her drink it."
Ye Chen gestured with a wave of his hand.
The failure of the plan was already infuriating.
