Xian Qianling looked at you as usual, her gaze direct, but it seemed to contain something more, something you couldn't quite grasp. To you, Xian Qianling's inner world was of little concern; your decision to save her had been purely a man's instinct.
What mattered to you was Zhao'er, who clung to you from behind. As long as she was there, any suffering was worth enduring.
The pain from the corpse poison came quickly but also faded quickly. In about three minutes, you could clearly feel the agony dissipating.
In your understanding, although corpse poison was common, those who were infected usually didn't end well, and even using glutinous rice water as an antidote shouldn't have worked so fast.
But you didn't think too much about it. Being able to detoxify sooner was naturally a good thing.
The poison was gone, but you found yourself sitting squeaky clean in the bathtub, and so was Zhao'er behind you.
