Chapter 3682: The Verdant Emperor

Isabella suddenly felt a wave of anticipation rise up inside her. Michael Leach smiled softly and pulled out another silver needle, gently inserting it into Wen Jing's neck. Almost instantly, the flush faded from her cheeks, and her rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat calmed down. She collapsed into a chair, looking completely drained.

Isabella hurried over to steady her. "Wen Jing, are you okay now?"

"I'm still... still kinda tired. Feels like I just ran a marathon!" Wen Jing touched...