Sima Jingyi encountered such a situation for the first time, and for a moment, she was a bit frantic. If it had been someone else, she could have easily taken their life with one move.
But Chu Linfeng was different. His rare talent was precisely the ideal disciple she had been desperately searching for; she couldn't bear to kill him.
"Could it be because he drank this tea? Is it the reason someone drugged the tea? But why don't I have any reaction?" Sima Jingyi speculated in her mind.
A distinctly masculine scent suddenly entered her nostrils, the unexpected change catching her off guard.
Even though Chu Linfeng's mind was hazy at the moment, his actions remained clear. Holding onto Sima Jingyi with both hands, he immediately freed one.
He immediately removed her veil, perhaps because the veil's obstruction prompted him to instinctively make this move.
"Smack!" A harsh slap landed on Chu Linfeng's face.
