Ying Ming Hao continued wandering around at his leisure. Along the way, he visited Little Red, Little Green, Jie Kong, Xuan Chengzi, and a whole host of others, showing each of them every consideration and asking after their well-being.
Yet his actions left many of the so-called "Heavenly Prodigies" grinding their teeth in fury.
These people had originally been full of confidence about the upcoming matches, certain that victory was already in their grasp.
But Ying Ming Hao's sinister, crafty tactics had thrown the situation into a bewildering fog of uncertainty.
They faced two difficult choices: either fight with everything they had for an impressive nine or eight consecutive victories, or abandon their pursuit of victory and protect their priceless chrysanthemums instead (use your imagination here).
After careful consideration, the vast majority resolutely chose the latter-after all, no one wanted to repeat the same mistake and become the next unlucky victim!
Not long before, one unfortunate Heavenly Prodigy had been struck by an arrow. Although the arrowhead had finally been pulled out, he still could not move and could only lie sprawled miserably on the ground.
Rumor had it that the poison on that arrow was exceptionally vicious, and he would probably recover only if someone sucked the toxin out using a special method.
For a time, numerous fellow disciples, both men and women, stepped forward to offer their concern and sympathy.
But when they learned that the method of detoxification was actually... everyone scattered like startled birds and beasts, running faster than rabbits!
Was this some kind of joke?
If it had merely involved sucking somewhere like his arm, that would have been one thing. Perhaps those senior and junior sisters would even have willingly lent a hand.
But now they were supposed to deal with the poison