Tidy Up?
Hearing Dugu Yan's words, Chen Ming looked around. Only after confirming no one was nearby did he pull Dugu Yan into a corner and slowly explain what had happened.
"While treating you, I sensed the deadly poison inside your body. Your grandfather called for me today mainly because of that poison."
"I see." Upon hearing Chen Ming's words, the color drained from Dugu Yan's face as if all her life force had been sucked away. In an instant, she went from rosy-cheeked to deathly pale, lowering her head as though she had lost all spirit.
"So you already know. Because of our Martial Souls, no one in our family lives long."
"My father died young because of his Martial Soul, and Grandfather said that I had already been poisoned from the moment I was born. The poison had eroded me even more severely than it did my father."
"Xiao Ming, my grandfather means no harm. He just doesn't want this matter exposed. He acted that way because he was worried about me."
"I mean... I mean, if that's the case, then you really don't need to..." Dugu Yan gritted her teeth here, wanting to continue.
"What I mean is, this problem can be solved. We were in there just now trying to solve it, which was why Grandfather's Soul Power erupted. I hadn't even said anything—so why did the mood suddenly charge straight toward a tearful farewell?!"
Chen Ming was not used to this strange atmosphere. He grabbed Dugu Yan by the shoulders and gave her a fierce shake. He shook her so hard he nearly mixed her brains up, even flinging out the snot she had been holding back.
"You... can you really cure the poison in our bodies?" Hearing Chen Ming's words, Dugu Yan no longer