A Thousand Words, a Wave of the Sleeve

Wang Xian naturally wouldn't tell the two people before him the whole story.

Neither Shangguan Ruoyan nor the old man Zhou Chang could be considered his friend.

He had detoxified the old man only to build a good connection with Shangguan Ruoyan. Wang Xian hadn't expected the old man to repay him someday.

As for Shangguan Ruoyan, he'd only acted on a moment of softness, unable to bear seeing her die at the hands of the City Lord of Giant Dragon City.

The old man had only regained consciousness for a moment before falling asleep again.

After all, he truly didn't have much time left.

He had already given Wang Xian the prepared spiritual medicine and was waiting for Little White to bring back the Nine Suns Seven Stars Grass.

If Shangguan Ruoyan took it, even the Nine Suns Seven Stars Grass would be useless.

Fortunately, Wang Xian had learned how to make medicine from his teacher, Qin Jun, on Azure Cloud Mountain.

It seemed everything was heaven's will.

Wang Xian set up a pot in the courtyard and cooked a huge pot of meat soup.

He added plenty of mushrooms and bamboo shoots, a gift from the Peace Inn's proprietor. Wisps of smoke curled up in the courtyard, finally bringing a touch of life to the place.

Seeing that she wouldn't be able to leave right away, Shangguan Ruoyan went and tidied up a side room. She would probably have to stay here until the old man recovered.

When something important was at hand, one had to calm one's mind. Wang Xian laid out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in the main room.

He wrote several talismans for Shangguan Ruoyan to protect herself with.

He also needed to leave some for Little White and Ao Qianyu, so he wrote