Han Qingjue pressed her lips tightly together. She knew that Xia Ji was not to be questioned, and she could no longer dawdle with her. Otherwise, Xia Ji might start to suspect her.
Han Qingjue took a deep breath and handed the silver needle that Xia Ji gave her to Xia Ji.
The silver needle Xia Ji gave her appeared to be just an ordinary silver needle, but in reality, it was a miniature space artifact. The space was not large, just enough for an artifact refiner with some skills to make. Han Qingjue also had such a silver needle.
And now, the silver needle was filled with blood,
Xia Ji took the silver needle, placed it near her nose, and lightly sniffed, slightly raising the corners of her lips.
Though Han Qingjue, who was a few steps away, showed no expression on her face, her heart was pounding violently, nearly making her lose her balance. She clenched her teeth to hold on.
Fortunately, Xia Ji hadn't noticed anything amiss.
