Tang Rao smiled shyly. He had discreetly applied some poison on his Thunderclap Palm earlier. Although the Thunderclap Palm didn't actually hit the man, it still dealt him a significant loss.
"What, poison?"
The man's face suddenly changed color. He couldn't fathom how Tang Rao managed to poison him despite his own vigilance.
"Yes, indeed. When you blocked my palm earlier, but I changed its direction—that was the moment. Did you feel a sudden sting in your hand then? Did you feel like your hand lost control for a moment? That was actually my doing."
Tang Rao was honestly quite adorable in his manner of confession, even Wu Suowei was touched by his cute gestures.
"You brat, even I didn't catch how you did it just now. It seems your skills have become even more proficient, very nice."
Being praised by Wu Suowei made Tang Rao's face blush a little.
"Master, save the compliments for later."
