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The intense pain in his stomach stung Ning Wufeng's nerves, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.

Sweating, this was something that was too far away for Acupoint Opening Stage cultivator.

Poison!

There was poison in the wine!

Ning Wufeng came to his senses instantly. The Ning Family had long planned a scheme for him to be here. He drank only three glasses