"Fine."
Yang Wudi finally relented.
"I'll do my best."
Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at him, still holding the child aloft.
"Do your best?"
"The young master's life is hanging by a thread, and all you can give me is 'do your best'?"
Yang Wudi met his gaze.
"I can't cure her poison right now. That's the truth."
"I'll study it as best I can, but you have to give me time!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded.
Then he loosened his grip.
The child fell to the ground and scrambled back into the crowd. A woman snatched him into her arms, unable to hold back her sobs any longer.
"Fine!"
"I'll give you ten days. I won't disturb you until then!"
With that, he stepped aside.
Light Feather Douluo took the hint and turned to get Qian Renxue settled.
Yang Wudi said nothing more and went through the gate.
His clansmen parted for him. Face after face turned his way, full of things they wanted to say.
Stall.
That was all Yang Wudi could do now.
A cure could not be found in a day. He had not lied about that.
Each ingredient had to be tested in turn, each dose adjusted bit by bit. It could not be rushed.
Meanwhile, the two disciples he had sent out were already on their way to seek help.
Ten days was more than enough time to reach Heaven Dou City from here.
As long as Niu Gao received the message, as long as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was willing to help, there was still a chance to turn things around.
That night, the light in the medicine room burned until dawn.
Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City.
Qin Yun had nearly finished arranging for the Four Great Academies to move into Heaven