She had meant well, too. How could anyone take someone else's good intentions as something bad? She had often heard Sheng Ruoyu say things like that back then, because Sheng Ruoyu was always hurting others out of "good intentions"—how could anyone blame her?
Qiao Ranran had not understood back then. Now she did. So this was what it tasted like to say those words.
Sheng Ruoyu ground her back teeth, her voice steeped in the deepest malice. Pressing her lips tightly together, she forced out a few words: "Qiao! Ran! Ran! The antidote!"
Qiao Ranran spread her hands. "There are Medicine Cultivators right beside you. You're welcome to have them check whether you've been poisoned." Surely the mighty Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect and all these righteous sects could rustle up a few Medicine Cultivators?
A Medicine Cultivator from the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect who had been watching the spectacle immediately stepped forward to take Sheng Ruoyu's pulse. Naturally, the findings scarcely differed from what Qiao Ranran had said. There were indeed signs of disrupted spiritual power within Sheng Ruoyu's body, and the elixir's power was restoring its balance. As for poison, there was none.
Yet the marks on Sheng Ruoyu's face were real as well. Unable to make sense of this result, the Medicine Cultivator immediately took out a Communication Jade Token, calling in friends and even summoning an elder to solve the problem.
Never mind Sheng Ruoyu, who was dumbstruck on the spot—even Qiao Ranran was thoroughly surprised by this outcome. To Sheng Ruoyu, having even more people gather to gawk at her "ugly" appearance was no different from being subjected to death by a thousand cuts over and over again. This was a textbook case of social death.
But the Medicine Cultivator meant well, too. It was more