Initially, they were planning to continue having fun.
Until Yin Que made a significant move— one day, she suddenly announced that she had collected enough herbs to refine the antidote for Heart-punishing Flame.
A fist-sized pill.
A group of people gathered around a large pill that wasn't particularly good-looking in color or shape, all with rather strange expressions in their eyes.
It was Lu Jingzhi who broke the silence first, "Ahem, it smells pretty good, though."
...That's probably the only good thing about it.
It had a faint scent of medicine, with a hint of citrus flavor— it resembled everything but an antidote.
In everyone's mind, an antidote should not be this unremarkable.
But that didn't stop someone from shedding tears as he looked at it, right?
"Wuu wuu wuu... Is this for real? Can we really eat this? Will Yan be alright after eating it?" Chu Ji's tears kept rolling down his cheeks, his voice choking so much that he could hardly speak clearly.
