The female cultivator called Xiao Jing had gone rigid.
What she had never expected was that an elder of the Medicine Gate would actually take someone's life over something so trivial.
Her hands and feet icy, Xiao Jing stared at the two pills of different sizes, shaken and uncertain.
She could not help sending Ming Yun a voice transmission for help. "What are these two pills? Which one is safer to choose?"
Ming Yun pressed her lips together. The scent of the two pills was very faint, and she stood some distance from them. Even she could not identify their ingredients under these circumstances.
Besides, she did not dare reply to the female cultivator through a voice transmission. After all...
"So, have the two of you finished discussing it?"
An expression of confirmation flickered through Ming Yun's eyes, while Xiao Jing simply stood rooted to the spot.
Xiao Jing had never imagined that this elder could actually sense whether someone was using Secret Voice Transmission!
At that moment, no one around her could help Xiao Jing, not even Ming Yun.
Moreover, Ming Yun was hoping that her master would hurry over to rescue them.
Seeing that Xiao Jing still had not moved, the Medicine Gate elder was in no hurry either. Instead, he said, "Actually, you don't necessarily have to be the one who takes this pill."
A glimmer of hope burst into Xiao Jing's eyes, only for his next words to send her plunging into the abyss again.
"If someone is willing to take it in your place, that would be fine too."
Instinctively, Xiao Jing turned toward Ming Yun, who stood not far from her.
Ming Yun's gaze flickered, and she lowered her head, pretending not to see. Her nails dug into her palms. If she still could