Pei Anqi was also staring at Linghu Jing.
Linghu Jing clearly had something important to discuss with Xiao Chen, but her attention suddenly shifted to Pei Anqi.
As a fellow woman, she naturally understood what this meant.
"Xiao Chen, you're not even sparing such a young girl. Aren't you being too beastly?" Pei Anqi snorted.
"What are you saying?" Xiao Chen was speechless, turning to ask Linghu Jing, "Didn't I ask you to wait? What are you doing here?"
Linghu Jing snapped back to her senses and hurriedly said, "You've been poisoned! Quickly check yourself. It's said to be the Poison Saint's E'nan Spirit of Death, which once wiped out a Divine Race!"
"What?" Pei Anqi was thunderstruck upon hearing that.
She had heard of the E'nan Spirit of Death, terrifying beyond compare, and no one below the Divine Spirits level could withstand it, nor was there any antidote.
Could Xiao Chen really be poisoned by this?
