She hurriedly pulled a small bottle from her pocket, poured the powder inside onto the wound on her cheek, and swallowed some of it as well.
Fortunately, the female assassin had a habit of carrying an antidote with her; otherwise, she would have been the most pathetic assassin in history—dying from the very poison she created.
"Chu Tianhe, how on earth did you do that? I clearly dodged it!"
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