The bloody scene before her did not make An Yiqing feel discomfort, not even a slight furrowing of her brow. She opened the brocade pouch, her gaze sinking, and her gloved hands moved like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. The silver needles within the pouch traced arcs of cold light in the air and swiftly pierced into the major acupoints all over Nan Yang's body with precision!
The experts were all stunned by the sight of the silver light dancing in front of them. If they weren't each engaged in their own tasks, they would surely stop to intently watch this rare spectacle.
In less than a minute, all the silver needles in the brocade pouch were inserted by An Yiqing into the various major acupoints on Nan Yang's body. Immediately following, she took out a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing and a pair of extremely fine tweezers from the pouch.
