Jiang Xiaobai was startled by the words and suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders was incredibly heavy, as he was carrying the lives of all the disciples of the Baihua Sect!
If the antidote for the White Flower Poison couldn't be developed, thirty-four people of the Baihua Sect would die one by one from the poison. That was thirty-four lives!
Jiang Xiaobai locked himself in the Pharmacist Hall, burying himself in research day and night until dusk the next day, when Ling Luo pushed open the door of the Pharmacist Hall, and Jiang Xiaobai momentarily stepped out from his exhaustive efforts.
Seeing Ling Luo, Jiang Xiaobai's heart sank and he said, "Sister Mei... is she alright?"
"Sister Xiangyun is temporarily fine," Ling Luo sighed and said, "But you don't have much time left. If you haven't developed the antidote the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid Sister Mei will be gone first."
"Is there only that much time left?"
