An Zhiyuan watched as everyone withdrew.
Bai Xiao had already taken out the silver needle, ripped open Li Gaoshan's shirt, and plunged the needle in.
The place was so quiet that she could hear An Zhiyuan's stable breathing, the man squatting right beside her.
Bai Xiao wanted to test something. If she hadn't felt it wrong earlier, there indeed was a significant connection between her and An Zhiyuan. Although she had not yet figured out the nature of their relationship, one thing was certain: An Zhiyuan could alleviate the aftereffects of her special ability, undoubtedly.
One of her hands reached out and tightly grasped An Zhiyuan's hand, while her other hand held the silver needle.
An Zhiyuan glanced at Bai Xiao and firmly grasped her hand, her palm warm at that moment, devoid of any coldness.
Then she felt a surge of energy burst forth, this outburst of her special ability seemingly carried a regal aura unlike before.
Both of their gazes were fixed on Li Gaoshan.
