Song Wan watched as the atmosphere turned ominous. Turbid air rose and began engulfing the inside of the tent. Alarmed and startled, she staggered backward until her body bumped against the tent flap, allowing some of the turbid air to leak outside.
Seeing this, Ximen Ren immediately increased the circulation of his cultivation, drawing all of the turbid air back into his dantian.
His groin still throbbed from the self-inflicted injury, but that was no longer his priority.
He needed to silence this foolish girl.
Ximen Ren dashed toward the tent entrance and swiftly sealed Song Wan's speech and movement acupoints.
What!?
Song Wan panicked completely.
"You forced my hand, Song Wan! Blame your own luck that I have to do this to you!" Ximen Ren whispered before extending one hand.
He formed his fingers into a blade and sliced open his wrist.
Blood spurted out, alarming Song Wan even further.
