"Don't worry, how strong can a human really be?" The person on the sofa spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, filled with disdain.
Cheng Yongnan crawled forward, picked up the tongs from the ice bucket, clamped a few pieces of ice into a white jade cup, and then poured some crimson liquid from the white jade teapot on the table.
This was not wine, but fresh blood.
"The master is right, Qin Yi is just like an ant in front of you, you could crush him with just a finger."
The person on the sofa let out a few hoarse, eerie laughs, then stretched out a hand from the black robe to pick up the white jade cup filled with blood on the table.
If there were outsiders present, they would surely be scared to death. For what peeked out from the black robe wasn't a hand, but a claw with five fingers, each about thirty centimeters long, sharp as daggers.
