The Hexagonal Pavilion stood in the courtyard.
Green roof tiles nestled amid the foliage, while vermilion pillars complemented the upturned eaves, lending it an air of timeless elegance.
Tang Yin calmly poured four cups of tea.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were still busy; he alone had been called over.
He glanced up at Dugu Yan's anxious expression.
Tang Yin smiled. "Yanyan, there's no need to worry. My younger sister does understand the toxins in your body, but-"
"But what?" Dugu Yan pressed urgently, then added, still uneasy, "If you really can cure my poisoning, my family can offer ample compensation. Whether it's Soul Coins or anything else, just name your terms."
Ye Lingling also looked concerned.
Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her closest friend had actually been poisoned.
And by toxins that even the Poison Douluo could not resolve.
For all her standing as a direct heir to a family of physicians, she had spent nearly ten years alongside her dear friend.
Yet she had never noticed the slightest clue.
At the thought, Ye Lingling's cheeks grew warm.
Her autumn-clear eyes kept drifting toward Tang San Niang.
This junior sister of mine really is something.
She saw through the mystery with a single glance.
Tang Yin pushed two cups of hot tea toward the young women.
He raised a hand in invitation.
Dugu Yan pursed her rosy lips slightly, picked up a cup, and took a small sip. The crisp fragrance of tea lingered in her mouth, soothing her agitation a little, and her gaze gradually grew calmer.
Only then did Tang Yin speak unhurriedly.
"Yanyan, what I mean is that the Poison Douluo still needs to make the final decision. After all, he's the authority in this field and has enough knowledge to