Looking at Mo Wangchen, who was crouching by the bed and remained motionless.
Although Elder Dan had many concerns in his heart, he didn't dare to disturb him.
Both Ling Yu and Fang Yitian also waited quietly by the side, not daring to make any move.
Until roughly a quarter of an hour passed...
"Whew..."
Mo Wangchen took a long breath, then withdrew his hand.
He stood up, his face slightly pale, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.
"Mo... um... how are you feeling, my young friend?"
Elder Dan hurriedly inquired, fearing that he too might have been harmed by the Cold Poison, which could result in the Alchemy Dao Realm losing a true master.
"It's nothing."
