Pouring out a smooth, brown pill, Yu Zhao swallowed it without hesitation.
The moment the pill touched his tongue, it melted into warm energy and went down his throat.
Just when Yu Zhao felt the pain had completely disappeared, he suddenly clutched his chest. Frowning in pain, he bent down and coughed out a mouthful of black blood.
"Cough!"
When the black blood came into contact with the stone floor, it made a sizzling sound.
Yu Zhao looked at the corroded stone, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his lips. He then took a deep breath of fresh air.
For the first time since he was poisoned by the Great Empress, Yu Zhao felt no pain at all. Letting out a sigh of relief, he looked at the Feng Army's camp in the distance.
He stared for a long time before finally parting his lips and whispering, "Thank you, Younger Brother."
