"Brother Chen... you've never been a mother, you don't understand,"
Before Xiao Li fell asleep from exhaustion in Beichen's arms, she murmurously whispered, "Every life is worth fighting for."
Beichen was momentarily lost in a trance, his eyes flecked with shards of light, "I understand... such emotions."
"The priority now,"
Zhang Zidao's long eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, "is Gu Removal. Unfortunately... my obedient disciple's Centipede Gu has suffered a heavy blow, and that good-for-nothing sect member of mine, Zhang Shuying, is thousands of miles away."
"I can think of someone."
I blurted out, instinctively exchanging glances with Yu Longting.
We said the name of this person in unison, with an obvious understanding, "Long Xiangkui."
"Seeking out Granny Long would certainly be of help," Zhang Zidao nodded in agreement, "She is well known in Miao Border as the Ten Thousand Poisons Hand; there's no Gu poison she can't cure."
