Ye Qing didn't speak, but walked to a table in the back, picked up a teacup, and came back. Most of the teacups had been smashed to the ground during the recent scuffle, but this one was still intact.
Ye Qing wiped the teacup clean, set it on the table, and then picked up a shard of glass from the ground, rolling up his sleeve.
Everyone looked at Ye Qing's actions with astonishment, not knowing what he was planning to do, their faces filled with confusion.
"Ye brothers, what are you doing?" Cui Yu couldn't help but ask.
Ye Qing placed his arm above the teacup, saying, "I've taken so many Ziyu Chenxiang Pills, my blood must contain some of their medicinal properties. Perhaps, my blood could detoxify you all!"
As he spoke, Ye Qing directly put the glass shard against his arm and forcefully made a cut. A wound opened up immediately, and fresh blood streamed from it, dripping into the teacup.
