Gu Xiyue raised her hand to take the small medicine bottle that Ling Piaomu handed over.
The tiny bottle was transparent, small enough to be completely covered by a palm, containing white medicinal pills inside.
Seeing that Gu Xiyue had taken the medicine bottle, Ling Piaomu then turned her gaze toward Jiang Qi.
When Ling Piaomu looked over, Jiang Qi eagerly said to her, "Mumu."
Ling Piaomu rolled her eyes silently, quite disdainfully responded, "Don't call me that, it makes me sick."
Jiang Qi "…"
"You say she's destroyed your Ancient Martial Arts, so why didn't she just kill you outright?" Ling Piaomu's tone was tinged with a hint of regret and disdain.
Jiang Qi looked at Ling Piaomu with a wronged expression and dared not speak.
"I added something extra to the medicine, remember to take it properly," Ling Piaomu said, leaning back on the couch leisurely as she spoke.
Jiang Qi, upon hearing this, grew a bit stiff, feeling that she hadn't added anything good to it.
