Black Butterfly's complexion was still pale and weak; she didn't look good at all!
Ye Long was somewhat anxious in his heart, as there were no traces of being poisoned, making it seemingly impossible for him to begin administrating an antidote!
But could he just watch Black Butterfly suffer and die?
Clearly, for Ye Long, that was impossible!
"Black Butterfly, hang in there for a bit, I'm going to call that old man, my master. He might have a way!" Ye Long consoled Black Butterfly before leaving the room.
Immediately, Ye Long called his master, that old man!
Now, only his master, that old man could help!
The call went through, and his master, that old man, picked up the phone quite quickly!
"Hello, you brat, what do you want calling me?" came the old and somewhat frivolous voice of his master through the phone.
