She had to use her spiritual power to guide them into a shallow dreamscape while simultaneously using her own perception to strip away the toxins and repair their tissues.
The entire process was like threading a needle in the dark; the slightest mistake would mean all her efforts were for naught.
The nearby Qi Ya, quick-witted and deft, immediately handed her a clean animal hide.
He had a somewhat fawning look on his face.
But his gaze drifted unconsciously to Chu Jing's wrist—
where a faint, silvery pattern was slowly fading.
But Chu Jing didn't even glance at it, simply moving past him.
She wasn't intentionally ignoring him.
She had been completely engrossed in the treatment just now and was currently in a brief state of drained exhaustion.
What Chu Jing needed most right now was quiet.
She turned her head and asked Lin Hui, "How much longer will they be trapped in that nightmare?"
'Being stuck in an illusion indefinitely isn't a solution.'
