Beneath Middle Finger Peak.
Three Outer Sect Disciples stood shoulder to shoulder. One of them had a sallow, waxy complexion, as if he were just recovering from an illness, and he looked incredibly weak.
"Senior Brother Quan, are you sure nothing bad will happen to me for reporting Bai Zichen?"
the sallow-faced disciple asked apprehensively, a sense of dread and fear coiling in his gut.
"What could go wrong? You were indeed poisoned with Wind Breath Snake Venom, and for a hundred days, you won't be able to muster a single shred of Magical Power. You can't participate in the Sect's minor competition."
