When Sun Qing threw the poison needle, Han Yue and the referee both noticed it. The students below the stage cried out in alarm at the sight, and the elders on the platform saw it as well. They wanted to save Han Yue, but it was already too late.
Han Yue saw that the poison needle was already within a meter of her, and despair filled her heart. But just as it was about to reach her, the space beside her suddenly rippled. Xiao Yan shot out of the void, wrapped an arm around Han Yue's slender waist, and pulled her back into his embrace. At the same time, he caught the poison needle between two fingers and held it up for inspection. Good heavens—it was Corpse-Eating Bitter Poison. Its toxicity was extremely potent; if the victim was not treated within two hours, the consequences would be unimaginable. What puzzled Xiao Yan, however, was how Sun Qing had obtained such poison. Corpse-Eating Bitter Poison had to be refined from the venom sac of the peak sixth-rank magical beast, the Corpse-Eating Green Python. Such magical beasts were already rare, and ordinary people could never possess this poison. How had she gotten it?
While Xiao Yan stood there staring blankly at the poison needle, Han Yue was deeply moved. At the moment of her despair, Xiao Yan had appeared by her side and saved her. She had already held a favorable impression of him, but now her feelings for him grew even stronger. She truly felt that Xiao Yan was her prince charming. Being held in his arms felt safe and blissful. As she watched him seriously—though he was actually spacing out—studying the poison needle, he seemed so handsome and captivating. Gradually, Han Yue became entranced, her hazy eyes fixed on Xiao