The air was thick with the scent of blood mingled with the lingering fragrance of medicinal pills. Those who had been scrambling for the pills just moments before now stood frozen like wooden statues.
Some wiped blood spatters from their faces with trembling hands, their knuckles white as they gripped their weapons. Several young scions of noble families, who had previously clamored to take Chu Xuan’s life, quietly pulled back their feet, their Adam’s apples bobbing in terror, unable to utter a sound, as if an invisible hand were strangling them.
"This... how is this possible?"
Chapter 105