Rong Ling stood up and spoke in a cold, icy tone: "Are you taking your Prince?"
Before he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly fell on the woman's face on the ground.
In her current position, half of her face was touching the ground, so even if her face was damaged, it should have been only half of it. Why, then, was her entire face ruined?
Rong Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman's face, and a chilling coldness spread from his body.
"Nan Feng, come here."
Nan Feng stepped forward as instructed. Rong Ling pointed to the face of the corpse on the ground and said to Nan Feng, "Check if the spider on this woman's face is poisonous?"
The human-faced spider on Feng Qing's face was poisonous, though it couldn't be detected by checking the pulse. The poison from the spider was all concentrated on the face, so even if this woman's face was damaged, the poisonous spider would still be toxic.
