Five years had passed, and not only had the injury to his waist not improved, but it had become increasingly severe.
Sometimes during the attacks, even Master Tie Ming would be in such excruciating pain that he couldn't help but wail miserably, which was truly unbearable.
If even a master of the Great Grandmaster level suffered so terribly, one could imagine the intensity of the pain.
So when Master Tie Ming heard that his injury could be treated, he was overjoyed.
After examining the pulse, Chen Xiaolong propped his chin with one hand and fell into deep thought. He remained motionless for several minutes, like a wax figure.
This toxin was extraordinary, and curing it was no simple matter. Even with the Xuanmen Three Needles technique, success was not guaranteed.
"Master, this?"
The other disciples looked over carefully, daring not even to breathe too loudly, for fear of disrupting Chen Xiaolong's contemplation.
