Northern Frontier, Fire Crow Market.
Inside a secret chamber, Ximen Feng stood before a blue stone bed, her eyes red and brimming with tears.
A handsome little boy in red lay on the stone bed. His eyes were tightly shut, his lips pale, and a faint layer of icy frost covered his body.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps rang out. Wang Mingren entered, brown bloodstains splattered across his body, his face dusty and grimy, looking as though he had just emerged from a fierce battle. A kindly Azure-Robed Elder followed behind him.
"Feng'er, how is Changjie? I brought Senior Uncle Liu here. He'll be fine. He'll definitely be fine."
Wang Mingren took a great stride to Ximen Feng's side, clasped her hand tightly, and tried to comfort her.
They had taken their son, Wang Changjie, to celebrate Ximen Feng's grandfather's birthday. On the way back, they had been ambushed. Their enemies had launched a sneak attack with spirit insects, and Wang Changjie had been struck by a strange poison, falling unconscious.
"Senior Uncle Liu, please, you must save Changjie."
Ximen Feng choked out through her tears. Seeing Wang Changjie in such a state filled her with guilt.
The Azure-Robed Elder nodded. He stepped forward and examined the boy carefully before frowning. "Seven Fiends Poison. This will be troublesome. He hasn't begun cultivating yet—he's likely facing a grim fate."
"What? Seven Fiends Poison? That's a strange poison second only to the Ten Absolutes Poison! Senior Uncle Liu, are you sure?"
Wang Mingren's expression turned ugly. Seven Fiends Poison was an exceedingly rare strange poison, surpassed only by the Ten Absolutes Poison in potency. It took effect slowly, but once it flared up, it was scarcely any weaker than the Ten Absolutes Poison. Wang Mingren had never imagined that Wang Changjie had been poisoned