Lai Yiteng scowled. For a while he was willing to believe that it was from his injury, and yet he wasn't stupid, either. After all this time, he had a chronic illness. What else could have caused it besides the days he spent trapped in Lushang Sect's dungeon, being fed that strange concoction? He only thought he'd escaped the affects because after he escaped he'd suffered no symptoms for a number of weeks.
"This isn't poison from an arrow." Lai Yiteng stated, not as a question, but a fact.
Xian Wu had been in the middle of grabbing some medicine, now he froze. It seemed that little detail he'd neglected to explain was exposed.
"Er…well, it's not," he replied.
Lai Yiteng's hand fisted. The previous tender feelings he felt towards Xian Wu helped quell his anger.
"Why…" he forced out the words, "did you lie to me? Why didn't you tell me something so important? Do you know what kind of poison it is?"
