Fang Wenping heard the words, his muscles instantly tensed, and then slowly relaxed.
He didn't even turn his head, only asked in a low voice, "May I ask, senior, how should I address you?"
"Trying to stall for time?" The person behind him chuckled softly, "How coincidental, I also wanted to see if my poison is more potent or your antidote skills are superior."
Fang Wenping hesitated for a moment, then surprisingly laughed out loud, "Then may I ask, senior, what is the name of this poison, so I can die knowing?"
"I admire your courage, young man," the person behind him slowly spoke, "The poison is named Orchid Dream… understand?"
Fang Wenping's knees went weak, and he knelt down straightaway, "Senior, you're mistaken, I have never offended the Crimson Pheonix Sect."
The martial artists and cultivators of this realm are quite proud; they'd rather die standing than live kneeling.
