Yang Qing's action instantly shattered Bolin's mind down state as his eyes widened in disbelief when he saw his entire poison swallowed up by Yang Qing in a single gulp. It wasn't even a big one... just a small sip, as if he were tasting something gently.
If he was being honest, it wasn't something he should have been focusing on at that moment, but Bolin couldn't help feeling a slight rush of indignation surging within him because of how diminutive that gulp had been. His poison being swallowed wasn't exactly how he had imagined it being dealt with, but if it was going to be taken down by a gulp, he would have much preferred it happen with a huge gulp rather than that tiny sip.
He didn't have much mental space to dwell on that thought, as his entire focus soon shifted to watching Yang Qing closely, searching for any sign—visible or otherwise—that his poison had at least produced some kind of effect, despite how easily it had been swallowed.
