I feel as if my entire body has been injected with concrete, making it difficult to move; my vision rapidly turning dark, and breathing becomes labored.
Tan Xiang, who fell to the ground, resembles a stiff corpse, but only through the cold sweat on his face, the blinking of his eyes, and the movement of his lips can you tell he's still alive.
"Is this... poison?" My vocal organs clearly suffered a severe negative impact as well.
The Cartographer took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, with some translucent liquid still inside.
"I poisoned the food earlier."
He spoke in a calm tone, as if discussing something unimportant, "Never let down your guard just because you're powerful—I must have warned you about this."
