Chen Qing's voice was low as he hurriedly asked, "Martial Uncle Hua, Senior Fei, is there any way to dispel this miasma?"
Hua Yunfeng pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "This miasma is strange and treacherous. Even I know only a little about it."
"But the world is vast, and all manner of wonders exist. This may not necessarily be a dead end. We should not remain here long, nor is this the place to discuss the matter. Let us return to the sect first, gather everyone's wisdom, and then make further plans."
Fei Ming nodded in agreement. "Brother Hua is absolutely right. Little friend Chen, do not lose heart. Where there is a will, there is a way. My Fei Family will also call in its connections and do everything possible to search for ancient texts or information on strange objects that may be related to this poison."
Chen Qing nodded but said nothing more.
Hua Yunfeng looked at Fei Ming and cupped his hands. "This matter is of great importance, and concerns his future safety and path of cultivation..."
Fei Ming immediately understood and said solemnly, "Rest assured, Brother Hua. This old man knows the gravity of the matter. What comes from your mouth enters only my ears. Not a fifth person will ever learn of it."
"Thank you for your understanding, Brother Fei."
Hua Yunfeng then looked at Chen Qing and Xu Min. "How are your injuries? Can you still move?"
Having taken medicinal pills and regulated their breathing earlier, Chen Qing and Xu Min had already recovered considerably.
Chen Qing replied, "We can travel."
"Good. Then we leave at once and return to the sect!" Hua Yunfeng decided without hesitation.
The three of them delayed no longer, speeding toward the Tianbao Mountain Range.
Fei Ming