On the little boy's wrist, there was a very distinct scratch. Its thin, elongated shape did not look like it had been cut by a proper weapon, but rather left behind by a hidden projectile like a poisoned needle.
The scratch was very shallow, and the wound had already scabbed over. To purge the poison, it would be necessary to cut another wound on his arm to let the toxic blood inside drain out.
Leng Zhuxin drew the Feishuang Sword from its scabbard, first telling the Zheng beast that she was here to save its master, and only then using the tip of her sword to make a cut about two centimeters long on the little boy's palm.
Chapter 72