Ouyang Ping's cursing finally ceased because Jiang Xiaobai had stopped his actions. He put the silver needles back into the medical box that Ouyang Ping had brought, then pulled out a tissue to wipe the black blood from his face. The black blood on his face had all spurted out from inside Gu Jiufeng's skull.
After holding Gu Jiufeng's wrist for about half a minute, Jiang Xiaobai let go of Gu Jiufeng's wrist. There were some beads of sweat on his forehead, and although the needle application had only taken a few seconds, it had consumed a great deal of his True Yuan because the task required intense concentration.
"Old man, are you quiet now? I'm done. You can continue cursing," Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile to Ouyang Ping.
Ouyang Ping had lost interest in cursing and quickly came forward to examine Gu Jiufeng. He too held Gu Jiufeng's wrist like Jiang Xiaobai had, and immediately his brow furrowed, then his face showed a look of astonishment.
