Ye Wutian gave a cold smile and said, "Is that so? I think not!" As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand swiftly produced three silver needles and inserted them into the three major acupoints on his right shoulder, decisively sealing them. This way, his right arm could no longer move, but it prevented the poison on his right arm from spreading to his body.
Seeing his opponent's proficient technique, the movement of the white-faced Scholar's folding fan halted, and a cautious look appeared on his face.
Having suppressed the poison in his body, Ye Wutian quickly took out a golden dagger.
"A medium-grade treasure?" The complexion of the white-faced Scholar became even more grave. Generally, those in possession of a medium-grade treasured artifact were not to be taken lightly, and the fact that he could not discern Ye Wutian's cultivation level further unsettled him.
