Ning Family.
Ning Xiaohui had just taken a sip of tea when her expression changed drastically.
Her hand trembled, dropping her teacup as she immediately knelt to the ground, grasping her neck.
"I... I..." Ning Xiaohui struggled to breathe, her face turning a terrifying shade of greenish-blue.
The tea had numbed her nasal passages, mouth, and tongue. Corrosive poison foam filled her nose and mouth, leaving her unable to breathe!
In the next moment, she clawed at her neck with all her might.
She tore her own throat, blood gushing out, allowing her to take a breath of fresh air again.
The Ning family guards, alarmed by the sounds, rushed over and were shocked by the scene, hastily reporting the situation.
With a fierce expression, Ning Xiaohui prepared a spell, aiming it at anyone who dared to approach.
The guards dared not act recklessly.
When she saw her grandmother enter, she finally relaxed, collapsing unconscious.
Ning Zhuo’s courtyard.
Inside the small cultivation chamber within his bedroom, Ning Zhuo sat with his eyes closed, completely absorbed in meditation.
Drops of blood fell one by one, staining his chest and his clothes.