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The bronze tea needle was not very sharp; on the contrary, because of frequent use, the fine tip even seemed a bit rounded. Yet, in He Qing's gentle grasp, it instantly became as sharp as the finest blade.
The spectators didn't even see how she moved, just a light downward stroke with the needle tip, and a crimson bloodstain appeared on Bai Yuchun's flawless palm.
Her palm, because of the pain and mental strain from the intense scrutiny, convulsively tightened, making several onlookers' scalps tighten in an instant.
Watching one's palm being sliced open, that feeling must be even harder to bear.
However, Bai Yuchun was strong-willed, and even if it was the pain of cutting through skin, she merely frowned, bit down hard on her teeth, and did not utter a cry of pain.
