The Sword Saint went crazy after confirming that he couldn't spit the poison out. He rushed to the members of the supervision team, planning to snatch the Golden Crown Potions they were carrying, but unfortunately for him, he wasn't able to take more than a few steps before two large stone hands appeared from under his feet and restricted his legs.
"You have 2 minutes and 22 seconds left."
Lin Yun was looking at the Sword Saint with a calm expression as he kept counting down.
The Sword Saint's expression crumbled as he watched his skin darken.
"It wasn't my plan, I swear it's not my plan! The Great Elder sent me, I was promised a large amount of natural resources as long as I managed to frame the Gilded Rose...