When Li Luo rolled up his sleeve, a dark red butterfly outline could be seen vivaciously fluttering in his skin. The sight of this demonic poison caused Jiang Qing'e's face to turn steely green.

Striding forward, she grasped Li Luo's arm, and that ever pretty face transformed into a frosty veneer. Golden eyes surging with fury and killing intent, she unconsciously summoned forth waves of light resonant energy, almost akin to an erupting volcano of radiance.

"Sister Qing'e, calm down!" Li Luo immediately cradled her with his hands, attempting to appease this force of nature. 

Jiang Qing'e's chest heaved heavily and she closed her eyes to recompose herself. A brief moment later, she reopened her eyes and newfound restraint could be seen from her glare. However, a bone-chilling remnant of her previous fury was still evident within the depths of her gaze.

"Young Lord..." Yuan Qing's expression had turned a grave gray. Who would ever...