"...Re...really, no problem? How about I go in last instead...?"
Wei Jingjing stammered as he looked at the poison in the palm of Yao Xingyun's hand, terrified that something might go wrong and he would end up like the poor wretches he had witnessed earlier—foaming at the mouth, convulsing uncontrollably, and scratching his own face bloody.
He was the face of Zhantian Academy!
Chapter 44