If no cure is found, in three months, Ma Dazhi would follow Qin Hao to his death, suffering the same agony and torment before dying a tragic death.
At the thought of this, Ma Dazhi suddenly also had the idea of ending his own life...
Everyone's focus was drawn to Wu Qingbo's finger sword, the tips of those two fingers locked tightly on Qin Hao's throat.
As Wu Qingbo launched his sword, Qin Hao silently admired it, then casually raised his empty wine glass, aligning the rim perfectly with the incoming fingertips and just covered it without flinching.
Ding.
A crisp but faint sound. The finger that made the entire hall's air freeze was suddenly covered by Qin Hao with an empty wine glass, just like that!
What just happened?
For a moment, everyone in the room was dumbfounded.
