Xiu Cuicui didn't have the chance to answer before Weng An became anxious, "How can all martial arts be lost? Can you actually cure the poison or not?"
Bai Ruozhu wasn't angry and just shrugged her shoulders, "What's more important, martial arts or life? If a person is dead, what good is having great martial arts anyway?"
Both of them were stunned. Yes, if life couldn't be preserved, what good was formidable martial arts? But without martial arts, Weng An felt it was worse than death.
In the end, Xiu Cuicui bit her lip and said, "Without it, it's gone. I still remember the techniques, just need to train from scratch. Weng An, I'll accompany you."
Weng An said with emotion, "Thank you, Cuicui."
Bai Ruozhu clapped her hands a few times, "What a lovesick couple you are. Make your decision quickly, or else even an immortal would struggle to save you."
In the end, both nodded, but Weng An's face was filled with reluctance and regret.
