"I don't have any herbs left for another try. I can only hope that this pill works. Only the color is different. There's a possibility that this pill is effective. It all depends on his luck anyway." Long Chen muttered with a wry smile on his face as he placed the cauldron inside the storage ring.
After getting ready, he left Zhiqing's tent and started walking toward his own.
It was already midnight and the darkness was at its peak. It was so silent that even the whistling of leaves could be heard.
"You're back! Were you successful? I don't think he'll live for more than an hour unless the poison is removed." Mingyu noticed Long Chen and informed him as soon as he entered the tent.
Long Chen gazed towards the man and his situation was getting worse. His breathing was really weak and his face was feverish red.
