"You better pray I don't find a cure for this poison, because the moment I do, you'll end up dead. You will no longer be useful to Zhen," Xiang Long Wei said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He suddenly brought a dagger out from within his sleeve, plunging it into the man's shoulder, blood immediately spilling from the wound.
(Author's Note: Zhen is a formal way the emperor refers to himself.)
Turning his face to the side, Xiang Long Wei lowered his mouth to the man's shoulder, drinking the blood that seeped from the wound. The man couldn't help but groan in pain as Xiang Long Wei stabbed the other side of his body, feasting on the blood.
After a while, Xiang Long Wei finally released the man, his mouth still stained with blood. He pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and calmly wiped his lips. Rather than leaving the cell, he turned and walked over to a nearby chair, and sat down on it.
