"General Wei is right. He's one of mine. Aren't you leaving yet?"
Si Hai shot her a dissatisfied glare. 'Who is she calling "one of hers"?'
Ji Qingwu's lips curved. "In a moment, one might leap from the flower bushes, another might crawl out of the pond, and one more could pop out from a crack in the rocks. Even with your formidable martial arts, General, I doubt you could handle being swarmed."
As she spoke, Wei Ting's body tensed imperceptibly beneath his clothes.
Ultimately, his expression grew complex and unreadable. As he turned to leave, his smile vanished instantly.
Of course, he didn't believe Ji Qingwu's jest.
He left so decisively for two reasons. First, the matter he came to confirm had already been settled.
Second, something was wrong with his body. A numbness was spreading from his neck.
Wei Ting's entire left arm was losing sensation.
Anger surged within him.
