"Yang Tian, what's going on? Is there a problem with the tea?"
Chen Shangzheng looked anxiously at Yang Tian.
Yang Tian said nothing, and instead walked up, using his Divine Sense, and gently waved over the teacup.
The tea in the cup dispersed outwards.
This stream of tea turned blood red.
"Oh my god!"
Seeing this, Chen Shangzheng drew in a sharp breath.
The two female bodyguards beside him also changed their expressions, wanting to call for an ambulance, but Yang Tian stopped them with a hand: "It's no use, even if you call an ambulance, it won't save Madam Chen."
"What should we do then?" Chen Shangzheng asked anxiously, looking at Yang Tian, "Yang Tian, you must save your grandmother!"
Yang Tian crouched down.
Bang!
With a flick of his hand, he held a Spirit Talisman, igniting it, Yang Tian transformed into a stream of Spiritual Breath, rushing into Madam Chen's body.
He intended to directly force out the Evil Qi within Madam Chen.
