The attendant beside him collapsed for no apparent reason, and Han Yong'an couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
Gu Jin tilted her head slightly, a curve on her lips that wasn't quite a smile: "It's just a little trick. From the moment I stepped into the room, I already placed a colorless and tasteless drug in the meeting room. As long as someone inside uses their cultivation and activates their spiritual power, they will go limp all over. For the next twelve hours, they'll become an ordinary person with no combat strength."
This vast Chen Palace has no less than ten thousand guards. If she entered alone without secretly using some tricks, there would really be no chance of leaving tonight unscathed.
"Impossible! He just used spiritual power, why is he fine?!"
Han Yong'an pointed at Wanqi Yanghong, clearly not trusting Gu Jin's words.
Though he said this, doubt and shock still flickered in his eyes.
