"Uncle, I'm so tired. Let's go home, okay?"
Huzi's voice rang out, the childish sound tinged with exhaustion.
Zeng Anmin lowered his head and looked toward Huzi.
Huzi's face was somewhat blackened. Wisps of black aura spread from his neck, his lips were deathly pale, and he stood unsteadily at the doorway.
At the sight, Zeng Anmin's brows furrowed sharply as he said in a low voice,
"You were playing perfectly well outside just now. How did you end up like this?"
Then he abruptly turned to look at the old monk.
The old monk's gaze remained benevolent.
He merely smiled at Zeng Anmin, slowly took a porcelain bottle from his robes, and handed it over.
"There is Malevolent Qi on Ji Qing. Benefactor Hu came into contact with him. If it is not taken seriously, it may leave hidden injuries in Benefactor Hu's body. This medicine can resolve it."
Zeng Anmin froze for a moment, then looked up at the old monk and asked,
"Malevolent Qi? Could it be because he spent too long in the northern borderlands and had too much contact with the Demon Race?"
"This humble monk does not know. When I passed West Mountain, only Benefactor Hu was there. I never truly met Ji Qing, only sensed the lingering traces of his Malevolent Qi."
"How is this medicine taken?" Zeng Anmin asked after accepting the porcelain bottle, feeling the smooth texture of its surface.
"There are three pills in total. One has already been fed to Benefactor Hu. The remaining two should be taken over the next two days."
"Oh."
After taking the medicine bottle, Zeng Anmin walked over to Huzi. He picked Huzi up and placed his fingers on Huzi's arm.
A thread of Martial Arts Aura slowly entered Huzi's body.
As he sensed