'Tch, this woman is impossibly foolish. Even someone like Fang Aohan could trick her. Well, this is just great. Now I have to go through the trouble of fixing this.'
Despite his grumbling, his actions didn't pause. Indeed, with a mere thought, a set of Golden Needles materialized in Yang Xiao's hand.
This was, of course, not the same set he had used to treat Yang Zhentian's blood ailment.
He had already given that set to Cheng Boxuan.
He had crafted this particular set in his spare time out of boredom. Since he had far more time than when he made the first set, this one was much more exquisite, with a complete assortment of lengths and thicknesses.
They were perfectly suited to his hand and effortless to use.
SWISH SWISH SWISH.
Soon, Yang Ziling's body was covered in Golden Needles.
Instantly, wisps of grayish-white mist began to pour out of her body.
This was a sign of the drug's potency being constantly stimulated and expelled from her system.
