Images kept appearing before her eyes, so many anomalies, yet she had not noticed a single one.
He said he was busy, so she believed him.
He said he had a stomachache, so she didn't inquire further.
It's her fault, all of this is her fault.
"How is he now?"
The hand beside Xiao Chen gripped tightly for a moment, but he still replied truthfully, "Tang Shiyi won't die for now, I need more time."
The Poisonous Insect Technique has thousands of years of history, yet he has only been studying it for a few months.
The dagger Hai Tang last plunged into Tang Shiyi's body was extremely complex with the Poisonous Insect's Poison. He had already sent someone to return that dagger to the Miao Territory to find Haiyang.
Haiyang was powerless in this matter as well.
All these years, he had never felt so helpless facing his family.
Seeing An Ziqi in such pain, Xiao Chen felt full of guilt.
He spoke self-reproachingly, "I'm sorry."
