Seeing the middle-aged expert, Lin Tian felt a rush of fear. If not for Xiahou Qingyi, he would have just died.
He stepped on the chest of the middle-aged expert and shouted, "Speak, where did Zhang Ya take Bu Mengting?"
After Lin Tian finished speaking, he pressed down hard with his foot, and the middle-aged expert let out a scream of agony, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Xiahou Qingyi said from the side, "He's been poisoned, and the poison is taking effect. He's about to die."
"What happened? How did you get poisoned?" Lin Tian asked.
The middle-aged expert answered weakly, "Since my arm was disabled, my strength has greatly diminished. Zhang Ya saw me as useless. The poison was from Zhang Ya; she feared I would run away, so she ordered me to wait here to kill you and use your head in exchange for the antidote."
"Where is Zhang Ya?" Lin Tian asked.
