Inside the Jingtian Club, Chen Xiao handed a slip of paper to Lu Wushuang.
Lu Wushuang's eyes quivered. "Is this… a list of herbs?"
"The herbs I need are listed here," Chen Xiao said with a wry smile. "Senior Sister, you know about my special constitution. If I don't suppress it soon, I'm done for."
A trace of sorrow flickered in Lu Wushuang's eyes. As one of the people closest to Chen Xiao in their sect, she naturally knew a little about his constitutional problems. And this time, if Chen Xiao can't find a way to suppress his condition… then I'll never see my little Junior Brother again…
Chen Xiao saw the look on her face and offered a faint smile. "Don't worry, Senior Sister. I've already found a solution. These herbs are exactly what I need!"
"Really?" Lu Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then she became ecstatic. She grabbed Chen Xiao's face and smothered it with kisses. "That's wonderful!"
