C213 Immortal in the Painting(part I)

Zheng Qingxuan watched Zhao Lin's retreating figure, fighting the urge to strike out time and again. Yet, a voice within cautioned him that to act now would only prove his inferiority to Zhao Lin. "Senior Brother, he's nearly gone. Please, administer the antidote," urged his companions, as the man on the ground grew stiller by the moment.

"You're all useless. Just give him the antidote