"Many thanks to Young Master Su for saving his life!"
Huang Feihu solemnly cupped his hands to Su Quanzhong in thanks, his voice full of gratitude. Then he carefully pried open Huang Tianhua's mouth and slowly fed the pill in, using his inner strength to help him swallow.
In only a few moments, the medicine began to take effect. Huang Tianhua's throat shifted slightly, and he abruptly threw his head back. A mouthful of black, foul-smelling clotted blood spilled from his mouth and splattered onto the ground, giving off a pungent stench.
Immediately afterward, the heavy bluish-black color on his face slowly receded at a speed visible to the naked eye. His originally tense brows and eyes gradually relaxed, and a trace of color returned to his lips.
The weak, scattered life aura around him steadied bit by bit and grew full again; even his breathing became smooth.
The heart Huang Feihu had been holding in suspense finally settled. Seeing his son turn from danger to safety, his gaze toward Su Quanzhong grew even more grateful. He knew well that there was no such thing as help given for nothing in this world.
"Young Master Su's great kindness will never be forgotten by this Huang, not even when my teeth are gone. May I ask what Young Master seeks in offering aid this time? If you have any instructions, this Huang will surely do his utmost!"
Hearing this, Su Quanzhong did not speak. He only swept a wary gaze around the dungeon, and after confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he took a step forward and gently clasped Huang Feihu's palm. His fingertips slowly slid across Huang Feihu's palm, leaving behind several strands of hidden information.
After doing all this, he did not linger in the slightest. He withdrew his