But Chen San didn't make any excuses, simply doing his utmost to complete Ning Zhuo's tasked assignment!
The fragrance of tea wafted around, gradually taking on a sweet and cloying aroma.
A sense of weakness began to spread from within Chen San's body.
"Something's wrong!" His throat tightened and his tongue felt numb, trying to regulate his mana, but it dispersed chaotically, without any order.
Startled, cold sweat broke out on Chen San's back. He tried to stand, but his knee struck the table leg, making a dull thud.
The shop assistant pushed open the door: "Esteemed guest, is there anything you need?"
Chen San opened his mouth: "I..."
His tongue stiff, all that came out were unintelligible sounds. The stairs, tables, and chairs, and the drinkers around him were all gently swaying. The tea fragrance grew stronger, even the light outside the window tinged with a faint green hue.
