Dong Guifei had experienced it personally and knew just how terrifying the potency of that medicine was. The incessant surge of its force was like relentless waves crashing, invading deep into the bone marrow. Without detoxification, it would soon result in the complete rupture of meridians, leading to a gruesome death by internal explosion.
And being tormented by the Jade Spring Paste was even worse.
Dong Guifei still remembered that night—despite the piercing cold winds, the reverberating sounds of Buddhist chants filled the air endlessly, the boundless ocean of enlightenment stretching far, and the figure of Shariputra emerging from the depths of the remote wilderness...
The one who had been watching the drama unfold trembled involuntarily.
Then,
continued watching the drama.
Yin Tingxue looked anxiously at Chen Yi. She leaned forward, clutching tightly at the hem of his robe. The veins in his arms had bulged out terrifyingly, making him look utterly alarming.
