Muyao knew that she was only treating the symptoms and not the root of the problem. The Celestial Chi that she had injected into her body would only help her survive for a while. If she really wanted to save her, she had to find a cure for the plague.
'If it's him…What would he do?
As more and more refugees begged the emperor to save her, Muyao's eyes widened in helplessness.
" You!?"
Among the kneeling refugees, there was a familiar figure smiling at her.
Before Muyao could say anything else, Jiang Beiran made a shushing gesture at her and gestured for her to talk to the side.
Muyao's mind was in a mess, but she still called a few sect disciples over to send some Celestial Chi to the refugees and encouraged them before heading in the direction Jiang Beiran had indicated.
As the emperor's personal maid, Kong Qianqian immediately chased after Muyao.
Muyao spotted the person he had been longing for on a small slope.
