Xuan Ling's heart brimmed with the pleasure of revenge; she had waited far too long for this day.
"Don't act recklessly? Heh."
Xuan Ling's tone was mocking: "I said the same to you back then. How did you respond to me?"
Her hand released Fang Zhou's face, trailing down his neck, caressing his firm chest.
Fang Zhou frowned slightly, speaking with difficulty: "What... have you done... to me... why can't I move..."
He was very curious about what kind of poison Xuan Ling had used on him; with his physical strength, the effect still lasted almost ten seconds.
If this were a rapidly changing battle, ten seconds would be enough for too many things to happen.
"I know you're curious... heh heh, but I'm just not going to tell you."
Xuan Ling smiled like a little demon; she wasn't that foolish to tell him where the poison came from. What if he managed to find an antidote?
