"It's called [Purified Pigeon Tail Flower Myotoxin], right..."
Sebata nodded, slowly placing his snow-white gloved fists in front of him: "Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Zhang San, I've felt it once before, I won't be careless."
Motan casually whistled, not surprisingly replied: "Seems you were quite aware when it was attached to other undead creatures before."
"Yes, ever since the two of you stepped into this corridor, I have been watching your every move, so..."
Sebata took a deep breath, his weathered yet still bright light blue eyes suddenly becoming incredibly sharp, he said in a deep voice: "I am confident enough to keep you here, leave now, young people, this is the final warning."
