More than that, Meng Zhao had previously been curious about the methods Si Peng had used to win over a great general like Hong Tianzheng. Now, he had learned the answer from the man himself.
The fire-based divine art Si Peng cultivated possessed a certain restraining effect against cold toxins.
And Water Envoy Luo Ning, who was on good terms with him, cultivated water arts that likewise had remarkable effects in treating cold toxins.
The two would come from time to time to remove the cold toxin from Madam Hong's body, invigorate her blood, qi, sinews, and bones, and prolong her life.
Given Hong Tianzheng's feelings for Madam Hong, it was not hard to understand how Si Peng's kindness had won him over and bound him.
He had prescribed the remedy to the illness; one could only say that Si Peng had been rather fortunate.
If Xiang Qing had a way to help Madam Hong alleviate, or even completely eradicate, her ailment, he too could have won Hong Tianzheng over.
Since matters had already reached this point, Meng Zhao began to consider that he could walk the same path Si Peng had.
To be fair, setting aside bringing Hong Tianzheng under his command, he would certainly need someone to support him if he wished to gain a foothold in the Divine Might Army before long.
No matter how one looked at it, Hong Tianzheng was the most suitable candidate.
Thus, after hearing this story and waiting until Hong Tianzheng had more or less vented his sorrow and frustration, Meng Zhao continued to ask,
"So that is how it was. General Hong, you and Madam Hong have truly endured such a winding and ill-fated past. It is enough to make one sigh with emotion.
But what symptoms did Madam Hong's cold