Fan Qianshi took a few quick steps back to keep his balance, but the wound was unusually painful and numbing. He felt as if countless ants were chewing off his flesh all at the same time. It was terribly uncomfortable, and he caught some blood oozing out from the wound in one quick glance. To add to his misery, the blood was golden. He had been poisoned!
It was an unfamiliar type of poison, unknown even to an expert like him. Naturally, he looked at the demon in bewilderment.
The demon did not follow on from her successful attack with a series of blows. Instead, she stood watching him with a satisfied smile. "Fan Qianshi, you once promised to be my disciple forever, but I have changed my mind about that. You are becoming my servant instead."
