Lin Yue tried to stand, but her body felt limp. She couldn't muster any strength at all.
Horrified, she struggled to look over at Jiang Xinghai and Yao Gu.
"You... You drugged me?" Lin Yue's voice trembled.
Jiang Xinghai and Yao Gu exchanged a smile but didn't answer.
They knew Lin Yue wasn't a Martial Arts practitioner, yet she had drunk Kunlun Fragrance—a wine meant only for them. That's why she felt dizzy. The wine could not only render an ordinary person unconscious but also compel them to willingly spill their secrets.
Seeing them remain silent, Lin Yue grew even more frantic.
She knew she had walked right into their trap.
"What do you want from me?" Lin Yue demanded, gritting her teeth.
Jiang Xinghai looked at Lin Yue and said coolly, "You're overthinking things. Kunlun Fragrance isn't meant for people who haven't begun practicing Martial Arts. That's why you feel so weak and sore. It's nothing to panic about. You'll recover after half an hour of rest."
"Ah..."
