"Well done, Qingshan Sect, for secretly harming someone with a poison needle!"
The disciples of the Jade Pot Sect, sensing the aura on that green needle, were seething with anger, pointing and cursing at Fei Yan, who was on the stage.
Though using a poison needle in a fight is not a big deal, this is supposed to be a "friendly exchange" between two major sects, and even when the fight gets intense, some restraint should be shown.
Such a poison needle was clearly aimed to kill, and had Yun Xiao not returned and discovered it, by the time the Ling Wan's poison took effect, there would have been no saving him.
"Fellow brothers, you have wronged that person; this poison needle was not set by him!"
Yun Xiao pressed his right hand on Ling Wan's wound, turned his head, and a strange, cold smile appeared on his face. Then his gaze sharpened, suddenly turning to someone, and he shouted loudly: "Brother Li Yue, am I right?"
