Of course, for a cultivator at the Spirit Severing stage, the destruction of the physical body was hardly some earth-shattering matter.
But if it was not dealt with quickly, and the strange poison's power occupied Jiang Feiyun's Violet Mansion Dantian and the Primordial Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness...
By then, let alone Su Shi'er, even if a great Luo immortal descended into the world, they would likely find it difficult to resolve.
After all, Nascent Souls and Primordial Spirits were, at their root, manifestations of a living being's soul outside the body.
In an instant, Su Shi'er realized the gravity of Jiang Feiyun's condition.
This situation was far more complicated than Wei Di had described.
His thoughts raced as he swiftly considered how to resolve the problem afflicting Jiang Feiyun.
Time slipped quietly by, and the True Yuan emanating from Su Shi'er's palm gradually dissipated with it.
Seeing that Su Shi'er had yet to speak, Wei Di watched anxiously from the side, yet could only wait with forced patience.
Her concerned gaze fell upon Jiang Feiyun from time to time.
Every breath felt incomparably long to her.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Su Shi'er's eyes rolled, and he sat back down in his seat.
Without speaking in haste, he calmly began brewing another pot of tea.
Before long, the pavilion was once again filled with the rich fragrance of tea.
Jiang Feiyun wore a grave expression as he waited patiently.
If his condition could be saved, he would naturally be delighted. If it truly was beyond cure, he could accept that as well.
Before meeting Su Shi'er, he had already prepared himself for the worst possible outcome.
At the side, however, Wei Di was clearly unable to sit still.
A fresh cup of