บท 1891: Disdain

"Hey, what, what's going on? Why did he faint?" Sage Hun Yuan asked anxiously. 

Feng Jiu glanced at him and said: " Don't worry, he won't die." Feng Jiu turned the silver needle slowly and a trace of spiritual energy was infused into the man's body through the silver needle. A light puff of smoke seemed to seep out of the top of the man's head. As the smoke continued to seep out, his previously flushed face gradually returned to normal.

When he saw this, Sage Hun Yuan let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Feng Jiu and sized her up once again and thought to himself: This youth in azure robes has some skills after all. The elder couldn't even detoxify the effects of the drug and yet he has been able to do so. 

At this time outside, the few people had gathered around and stood together talking.