Upon hearing Lin Qingying's words, Chu Yi suddenly became somewhat panicked.
If his own master couldn't solve the problem, whom else could he count on?
However, Chu Yi knew that Lin Qingying was not omnipotent because, after all, at the top of this mountain, there was neither equipment nor professionals.
"What about trying to fight poison with poison?" Chu Yi suggested tentatively.
"Fight poison with poison? I think you're courting death!" Lin Qingying gave Chu Yi a knock on the head.
"But now, there doesn't seem to be any other way."
"Do you really feel no discomfort at all?" Lin Qingying was somewhat skeptical; logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case.
"I am quite aware of the state of my own body," Chu Yi replied helplessly, as his master seemed not to believe that he could be poisoned and still look unharmed.
"Let me think it over properly. Under these circumstances, we can only resort to slow healing."
"Slow healing?" Chu Yi was taken aback.
