Xuang Feng sensed the back attack when it came, but it was too close and too sudden. Before he could react, he already felt the stab. He turned back, disbelief written across his face.
"Wai Ling! What have you done?!" Wai Kung, who was nearby, came rushing.
Wai Ling moved away. In her hand was a bloodied dagger.
"Ling…," Xuang Feng uttered. His hand moved to his back and touched the wound caused by Wai Ling. He still found it hard to believe that he had to touch the wound to make sure. When his hand returned, it was covered in blood.
Due to his mind struggling to cope with disbelief, he was slow to notice a more immediate concern. Only when he lost the strength in his knees did he become aware of it. Wai Kung caught him before he fell.
"This… You… There is poison on that dagger?" Xuang Feng asked.
