Outside the town.
A small hill not far away.
Jiang Shi sat cross-legged on a large stone, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before him. More than twenty people lay severely injured by his hand.
Without exception, these twenty-odd people had all been poisoned by Chen Long and others. Their faces were deathly pale, they were gasping for breath, and their expressions were filled with terror as they looked at Jiang Shi.
By now, they couldn't even utter a word of defiance.
"What's the matter? All gone mute?"
Jiang Shi laughed.
"This... Senior, we were blind and offended your honor. Please forgive us and grant us the antidote promptly."
The previous Clan Leader of the Frost Clan, Guo Tian, said in fear.
"Indeed, Senior, please grant us the antidote."
"Please forgive us, Senior. We realize our mistake now."
"We shouldn't have provoked you, Senior. Please spare us."
The group pleaded in terror.
