Senior, Please Respect Yourself!

Nine Dragon Pattern Nails.

After Cen Xian'er refined one of them, she felt refreshed and invigorated, yet her blood surged, heat rose within her, and her heartbeat quickened...

"Something's wrong! This isn't right!"

Lu Chengwen hurried over. "What is it? What's wrong? Can he still be saved?"

Cen Xian'er looked at Lu Chengwen. "What did you make him take!?"

"Huh? He didn't take anything!" ??

Lu Chengwen did not dare tell the truth.

Cen Xian'er stared at Lu Chengwen. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

Cen Xian'er smashed a rock with one palm, then grabbed Lu Chengwen and dragged him before her. Her eyes locked fiercely onto his. "Swear it!"

Lu Chengwen glanced at the pulverized rock, then turned back to look at the woman, his gaze resolute and blazing.

He raised three fingers. "I, Lu Chengwen, swear to the heavens! My sincere desire to save Brother Zhao Ritian can be witnessed by heaven and earth! Aside from about ten Desire Woman Pills, I didn't give him anything else! If I'm lying, may lightning strike me dead and leave me to die a miserable death!"

Cen Xian'er looked at Lu Chengwen. "You gave him Desire Woman Pills?"

"Yes."

Cen Xian'er tightened her grip around Lu Chengwen's throat. "What exactly were your intentions? Speak!"

Lu Chengwen said with difficulty, "He couldn't take tonics... and poison was out of the question... I could only try my luck with that stuff... If it weren't for me... he would've died last night..."

Cen Xian'er truly wanted nothing more than to smash Lu Chengwen's head to pieces.

But she had seen with her own eyes how genuinely worried Lu Chengwen had been for her disciple. He had only been desperate to save Zhao Ritian, not deliberately trying to harm her.

Though he had made a terrible