"Elder Li, I really have something urgent to attend to. I'll be leaving first. We'll continue drinking next time." Fú Xuěsōng smiled at Li Zhōujūn as he spoke, then rose to leave.
But Li Zhōujūn beat him to it, stopping him in his seat. "Don't rush, Elder Fú. You haven't eaten the chicken yet. Are you looking down on Li Mou?"
"Fine, I'll eat!" Fú Xuěsōng inhaled deeply, picked up the roast chicken on the stone table without another word, and began wolfing it down.
"Looks like my cooking isn't bad. Elder Fú, how about some more wine?" Li Zhōujūn poured another cup and handed it to Fú Xuěsōng.
Fú Xuěsōng only wanted to run off and take the antidote. Whatever Li Zhōujūn handed him, he wolfed down, wanting only to finish quickly. He refused nothing.
By then, Fú Xuěsōng's body had grown increasingly itchy. It felt as if ants were crawling all over him.
"I've finished everything. I've also felt Elder Li's hospitality. Can I leave now?"
Suppressing the urge to claw at his body, Fú Xuěsōng turned toward Li Zhōujūn with an ashen face. Beads of cold sweat the size of beans had broken out across his forehead.
"Elder Fú, are you feeling a little weak?
How can eating make you break out in a cold sweat?" Li Zhōujūn asked in surprise. "As it happens, among the heavenly treasures Elder Yu planted, there are spiritual medicines that nourish yin and replenish the kidneys. I'll look around and find one for you."
As he spoke, Li Zhōujūn began slowly searching through his storage ring.
Seeing this, Fú Xuěsōng hurriedly said, "Next time. I'll come back for it next time!"
The moment he finished speaking, Fú Xuěsōng could no longer hold himself together. He rose and made straight for Xuesong