Qi Yun's expression softened, his tone much calmer: "Issue orders; whatever they need, they must be unconditionally provided!"
"Yes!" Chen Zhong turned to leave to pass on the orders, but he faced back again, "Your Majesty, you must also take care of your health."
Suddenly so many people fell ill, heaven knows if the Emperor might be affected?
"I know, go quickly!"
Qi Yun impatiently waved his hand.
...
Inside the room, Duanmu Nan and Qian Jia were developing an antidote specifically for the Tomb Miasma Poison. They had been working on it for a long time and had made some progress, but it still needed to be tested.
"Amitabha, the tester could very well die. Master Duanmu, what do you think we should do?"
Duanmu Nan turned to look at the two people lying in the distance, gently shaking his head, "They cannot be sent on such a risky endeavor, I won't allow it, and neither will the Emperor."
