"Hmm?" The tranquility in the cave finally made the Beiming Elder notice something unusual.
He stuffed the transparent bottle into his robe and looked up at Mu Ge lying on the ground.
"How come there's no movement at all? Could it be that the poison this time is too strong and killed this brat?" With a hint of surprise, the Beiming Elder instantly moved to Mu Ge's side.
He crouched down, his bony and extremely hard hand quickly grabbed Mu Ge's pale wrist to check her pulse.
The pulse was steady, seemingly showing no abnormalities.
The Beiming Elder let out a cold laugh, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased. His sharp nails nearly dug into Mu Ge's flesh.
"Humph! Brat, playing dead?" The Beiming Elder almost crushed Mu Ge's wrist bones.
Mu Ge endured the intense pain, without the slightest reaction.
As if genuinely fainted.
