Yun chujiu did not have the time to care about the self-pitying Gouwei Bacao. Her eyes were fixed on the changes in Qu Feng and Zhuang Mu.
It had to be said that although the Gouwei Bacao was usually unreliable, its liquid had a miraculous effect. Qu Feng and Zhuang Mu’s condition started to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yun chujiu finally heaved a sigh of relief. Although she had the intention to make use of her master, once a master, always a father. In her heart, she truly regarded Qu Feng and Zhuang Mu as her masters. Naturally, she could not leave them to die.
After a quarter of an hour, Qu Feng and Zhuang Mu opened their eyes one after another.
“Master, are you awake? Are you still feeling unwell? Are you thirsty? Are You Hungry?”
Qu Feng shook his head strenuously, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist. It was better to have a disciple. At least at this time, there were people who were asking about his well-being.
