"So the tea was poisoned that day," Jiang Feng said, a golden light surging in his eyes. "No wonder Hanyue suddenly suffered a toxic relapse!"
As the last wisps of black qi were refined by the Chaos Fire, Jiang Qingli plummeted like a puppet with cut strings. Her once raven-black hair turned completely snow-white, and her cultivation realm plummeted to the Early Stage of Nirvana.
"Why... save me..." She curled up in the corner, the scar behind her neck shaped like a withered starlight.
Chapter 668