Fingers flicked lightly, and the Dragon-whisker Needle shot out with a hiss, piercing the skin at Yun Xinyan's brow and a bead-sized drop of black poison blood immediately rolled out.
After the black poison blood flowed out, a strange pattern emerged at the spot on Yun Xinyan's forehead, from a distance it resembled some kind of mysterious rune, but upon closer inspection, it looked more like a budding peony flower.
"Peony Flower Poison!" Ye Tian squeezed these words out from between clenched teeth, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.
"Ye Tian, what's happening to me?" Yun Xinyan asked with an extreme headache, her face growing paler by the moment.
In the midst of severe pain, Yun Xinyan may not have noticed that when Ye Tian mentioned the Peony Flower Poison, his brow visibly tightened. Ye Tian, who always seemed carefree, actually showed a look of shock.