C1383 Death's Way

"Throat!"

At the sound, Feng Tiange's eyes widened in shock, her mind buzzing. She struggled to keep her composure, suppressing any rash actions, though inside, a storm was raging. This wasn't the outcome she expected. Chu Ping had assured her that Feng Yan's fatal wound would be under his arm, where the Bodhi Pavilion had tampered, leaving a needle as fine as a hair