"It's getting late," Ye Fan said. "I should head back now. You should get some rest."
However, just as Ye Fan reached the door, he had a bad feeling. He felt an extreme heat flaring in his Dantian, yet his entire body felt so weak he couldn't muster any strength. Damn! I've been tricked!
He slowly turned around and saw Shangguan Qiuyue shedding her skirt as she walked toward him. An urge surged through him, but his body was so weak he felt like he was about to collapse. If he hadn't been gripping the doorknob, he wouldn't have even had the strength to stand. He finally realized something was wrong with the tea.
"The tea you gave me was spiked," Ye Fan said warily. "What is this? Why is it so strange? I lost all my strength in an instant."
Ye Fan was certain it wasn't a poison; after all, his constitution made him nearly immune to all toxins.
But Shangguan Qiuyue's lips curled into a sly smile. "That's because I gave you a witch medicine, not a poison."
