C178 Poison Yeh Qingchi to Death!

Feng Tiange felt a twinge of regret. If she had changed her outfit, at least the people from No-south House could have helped her hold off for a while. Faced with mounting pressure, she reluctantly extended her hand.

The healer immediately grasped her delicate wrist, and a hush fell over the crowd. "Your pulse is weak and slow, like a fish swimming in the depths," he said