After eating Xing Yan's homemade Crucian Carp Pancake, Yinghuo's Water Miasma Poison had actually been completely dispelled.
She ate that unusual rainforest supper with clear stream water, then enjoyed a good night's sleep. When she woke the next morning, Yinghuo discovered that all her earlier discomfort had vanished. Once Qiong Rong brought over a basin of water and helped wash the green herbal paste from her face, Yinghuo studied her reflection in the basin and found that the red blotches from the night before had almost entirely disappeared as well.
"So that fellow really does have a few unorthodox tricks."
Having benefited firsthand, Yinghuo had no choice but to revise her opinion of that kidnapping villain upward.
Only after falling ill for the first time in her life did the willful Devil Master realize how miserable it was to feel groggy and listless, wanting nothing but sleep. Now refreshed in body and mind, she recalled the young man sitting so intently over his fishing the day before. Somehow, a little gratitude stirred in the heart of the Witch who had always held her head so high.
Yet just as Yinghuo finally swallowed her pride and prepared to thank Xing Yan sincerely, he asked her to stand up and walk from beneath the banyan tree to the mud-walled wooden hut, then back and forth several times.
Though she found this rather baffling, gratitude still filled her heart, so she did as he asked, walking gracefully across the clearing before the hut several times. When Xing Yan told her to stop, the little Witch turned lightly, tossed her splendid long hair into the breeze, then lowered her face slightly and stood before him with a serene expression.
Hmph, now he ought to praise my looks, shouldn't he?
The noble Witch still brooded