"What did you say? I'm poisoned? You think I would believe what you say? Or do you think that by coming up with any old excuse, I will believe you? Do you really take me for a three-year-old child?" the owner of the herb shop said with a sneer of disdain.
"You don't believe it?" Zhang Xiaohao's mouth quirked up as he said with interest.
"What do you think?" the herb shop owner retorted.
"Your eye sockets are turning green, the corners of your mouth are tinged with an eerie purple, your brow is darkened, and a faint black aura envelops your entire body. You must have noticed it yourself. Every time you practice, you feel pain in your chest! The longer you practice, the more intense the pain becomes," Zhang Xiaohao said mockingly.
