As time ticked away by the minute and second, Chen Cuimei, tormented by excruciating pain, wept profusely, with her body convulsing nonstop. Her eyes started rolling back as she looked to be at her last gasp, when Li Qianfan finally retracted the poison from within her body.
"You'd best keep your voice down, don't let Li Lang outside hear us, or I wouldn't mind letting you taste this agony once more," said Li Qianfan with a deadpan smile.
Chen Cuimei nodded repeatedly and cast a fearful glance at Li Qianfan.
As Li Qianfan released his right hand, Chen Cuimei asked with a mix of shock and fear in her trembling voice, "You... are you a cultivator?"
"Yes, I am a cultivator, and what tortured you just now was a Martial Art known as Ten Thousand Poison Ghost Hand," Li Qianfan said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
