Ling Wanqiu's face turned pale, but her eyes were sharp as she spoke calmly, "Is that Butterfly Fragrance on the table?"
The waiter was surprised, "You seem to know quite a bit."
"Butterfly Fragrance won't erode inner strength. What did you add to that candle?!" Ling Wanqiu used her longsword to brace herself against the sofa, seeming to support her body.
Upon closer inspection, one could see Ling Wanqiu's body trembling.
"Of course, I added some ingredients. Do you feel your whole body going limp and your inner strength hard to circulate? Ordinary people would just feel dizzy, but for an inner strength master, the effect is greater—it can erode inner strength. Don't you feel your inner strength out of control, rampaging inside? But don't worry, I'm not here to kill you; go sit over there!" The waiter sneered harshly.
