Su Luo looked at him, and asked indifferently, "What will you do if I don't write?"
Upon hearing this, He Wei frowned.
The calmness of Su Luo was something he hadn't anticipated.
Not only Su Luo, even Huang Qingyu was unexpectedly composed. It seemed he wasn't the slightest bit frantic or panicked from being poisoned, which caused a sense of unease to arise in He Wei's heart.
What was going on?
Could it be they weren't poisoned?
No, that couldn't be right.
He had watched with his own eyes as Su Luo and Huang Qingyu both drank the poisoned tea—that poison... as he had said, even if a Great Grandmaster were poisoned, they would have difficulty using their Inner Strength within a short time and could only be at their mercy.
What's more, neither Su Luo nor Huang Qingyu was a Great Grandmaster.
With this thought, He Wei's confidence grew stronger, and he snorted coldly, "Since you are obstinately clinging to your own course, don't blame me for being ruthless."