"I wonder if the eldest disciple of the Hengshan Sect dares to drink the tea in my hand?"
Cheng Mingyi suddenly stood up. "I just happen to be thirsty. Give it to me."
The Miao woman glanced at Cheng Mingyi seductively. "What courage."
"However, I would like to hear what the eldest disciple has to say."
Zhao Rong, proficient in both the Muscle-Tendon Change Scripture and the Sinew-Cleansing Scripture, saw his resistance to poison increase daily as his martial arts prowess deepened.
He was not afraid the tea was poisoned; he was merely puzzled about what the Miao woman's intentions were.
While thinking, he did not stop moving his feet.
"Brother!"
Feng Qiaoyun, Lv Songfeng, and others all stood up; they had heard of the notoriety of the Five Poisons Cult and did not want him to take risks.
Zhao Rong gave them a reassuring look.
Even though the disciples did not speak further, they all looked towards Tao Bai.