"I was just speaking off the cuff." Elder He of the Second Hall had never seen such a cold and piercing gaze. It was as if Song Nianchu would do something to him if he dared to say another word.
Thinking of this, Elder He felt deeply indignant. He, He Rui, was a ranked elder within the Second Hall; to think that for a split second, he had actually felt fear toward Song Nianchu. He really wanted to argue with her, but when he remembered that one percent of the poison still remained in his system—and that it was Song Nianchu using silver needles to keep their toxins from flaring up—he dared not act rashly.
"A dignified elder of the Sun Temple should refrain from spouting nonsense," Song Nianchu said coldly.
Chapter 880