But who would have thought that this group would resort to such despicable means.
At the slightest sign of trouble, they threw Jie Luoshang out.
At that moment, neither he nor Su Mo could approach, for fear of being too distant and facing another mishap.
Left with no choice, they could only wait here.
As a result, they ended up waiting a whole stick of incense, before the pink mist from Jie Luoshang completely dissipated.
Su Mo and Wei Ziyi exchanged a glance and, to be safe, waited a while longer, about the time it takes to drink one pot of tea, before leaping close to the group.
By then, there wasn't a trace of pink mist left in the air, only the lingering scent of flowers, which they could not identify.
Fortunately, it no longer affected them.
Even so, both held their breaths as they checked the conditions of the seven people.
Upon examining, they sighed.
The seven were bleeding from every orifice, their faces purplish red.
