Inside the quiet room, Nalan and her father were talking in hushed tones, occasionally turning their gazes toward the two men by the bed. After some time, their whispers slowly stopped when they saw the sweat rolling off the old man’s face and blue veins popping on his arm. The Nalans looked at each other and saw anxiousness and restlessness in each other’s eyes.
Xiao Yan’s face remained calm despite the growing restlessness in the room, his fingers pointed at Nalan Jie’s back trembling slightly. The faint green flame was constantly being controlled by his spiritual strength and its high temperature was being used to slowly expel the “Searing Poison” that had already invaded the bones.