"I advise you not to act rashly," the old sect leader sneered coolly after hearing Mingshu's words, "Haven't you noticed that there's something off about yourselves?"
Mingshu's complexion shifted as she instinctively exchanged a glance with Si Chu, only to see him furrowing his brows, a sense of vigilance arose in her heart, "What do you mean?"
The old sect leader burst into hearty laughter, "This great hall is filled with a poisonous mist. Having inhaled so much, don't you feel your limbs weak and your bodies powerless?"
Before Si Chu could react, Mingshu's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the side, only to be swiftly supported by him.
With furrowed brows, Mingshu glared at the old sect leader weakly while holding her forehead, "Despicable and shameless! To resort to such vile tactics!"