Over the next half hour or so, Zeng Mu continued chatting with Xuan'er about all sorts of things. Unfortunately, most of it was mere pleasantries, and he learned none of the information he wanted from her.
At last, she laid the towel over his face again, bringing their conversation to a close.
"All right, get some rest. After being poisoned in Master's room, you'll need at least two or three days of quiet rest to recover. I'll bring your food at mealtimes. Just have a good, peaceful sleep."
Without waiting for Zeng Mu to ask anything else, she picked up the blue-green copper basin and left.
Silence settled over the room, an absolute stillness that was enough to frighten anyone. It was as quiet as still water, without even a single insect chirping. With no windows, the room remained pitch-black, its only light coming from a candle already half burned away. Its flickering flame was about to go out.
Zeng Mu had not fallen asleep. Barely ten minutes later, he sat up.
It was not because he had only just regained the strength to sit, but because he could no longer stand the dry, stiff towel.
Xuan'er had been right. Once someone was poisoned by Feng Gu, even by the mildest qi poison, they would need at least two or three days to recover, even if they took the antidote immediately.
But that was true of an ordinary man. By circulating the elemental power within him, Zeng Mu had already expelled all the poison that had invaded his body.
The antidote had certainly helped, too. Without it, he would have needed at least another hour or two, perhaps longer. He could not say for sure.
"Whew, that felt awful. To think that poisonous gas had such a terrifying effect. I