When Hua Jing's scream pierced the sky above the jungle, the miasma steaming through the woods had yet to disperse. A wind carrying the stench of snake scales swept fallen leaves into Hua Qiang's face.
Hua Qiang's heart spasmed. His little sister had actually been poisoned. Damn it—this was the result of his carelessness.
Before his foot had even moved half a step forward, two figures had already swept to Hua Jing's side like ghosts—it was Hua Xiaoyao and Hua Sijun.
As Hua Xiaoyao landed, the hem of his robe brushed across snake corpses on the ground. He glanced sideways at Hua Jing, who was leaning on her treasured sword with an anxious expression, and a careless curve tugged at his lips. His tone carried the lively irreverence of a youth.
"Aunt, what's there to scream about? It's only a little snake venom. Looking at you, one would think your sinews and bones had been ripped out."
As he spoke, he drew an Ivory White Porcelain Bottle from his sleeve. A faint halo flowed over its surface, and the instant he pulled out the stopper, a crisp fragrance of vegetation dispersed the surrounding stench.
"Here, drink this bottle of Life Divine Water first. It can purify the poison. Once you've finished it, find somewhere clean and rest for a while."
He handed the porcelain bottle to Hua Jing, but his gaze turned toward the snake woman Medusa, coiled atop a massive boulder some distance away. His eyes abruptly turned several degrees colder.
"Leave this snake woman to me. Rest easy and recover. In a moment, I'll show you how I deal with her."
Hua Jing accepted the porcelain bottle. The coolness of its surface beneath her fingertips soothed some of the turmoil in her heart.
She tipped her head back