"When can the envoy give me the antidote?" the Idle King asked, unable to contain himself.
The poison within him made rest and meals unsettling.
"This poison requires an antidote every three days. I feel sick every time I see Qin Zhen's face. You must help me, Envoy. Whatever tasks you mentioned, I can complete them," the Idle King assured repeatedly, hoping Song Huaxu would help him detoxify soon.
Song Huaxu thought for a moment—the poison was indeed trivial to him, but he needed to wait until his martial strength was restored.
"Seven days from now. The time will pass quickly, and it's the perfect opportunity for the Idle King to lay the groundwork for our plans," Song Huaxu said.
"Another seven days..." the Idle King almost wished Song Huaxu would detoxify him right then.
He was somewhat discontent, but when he caught Song Huaxu's gaze, he changed his tune, "It's not impossible, the Envoy makes a good point."
