Tian Bujue pondered for a long time before finally looking towards Hua Yan.
Hua Yan watched his expression, saying, "If you have something to say, can it be cured? Just speak plainly."
Tian Bujue said, "There is one method that we might try, but it all depends on whether you dare to pay the price."
Hua Yan sneered, "Isn't that obvious? To save someone, no price is too great."
Tian Bujue nodded, "If you say so, then attempt to seize the Poisonous Insect King of Nanjiang, also known as the Poisonous Insect King."
Hua Yan was taken aback.
Su Zizhan was also stunned.
Tian Bujue continued, "His cold disease has been with him since the womb, and having grown so much, the poison has now entered his heart meridian. If it were not for the sustaining power of excellent medicines, suppressing it, he would have long since become a pile of bones. What you're asking me to do is like snatching a person away from the Gate of Hell."
Hua Yan did not speak, quietly waiting for what came next.
