After one meal, half of the Qi Refining disciples had already been cured of the poison. Huang Mengxiang skipped over to Xiao Hua's side and said with a smile, "Senior Xiao, you're curing the poison here all by yourself... isn't that too tiring? Would you like this junior's help?"
Seeing Huang Mengxiang's manner, Xiao Hua felt a tremendous headache coming on. He waved his hand. "It's fine..."
"Hehe, thank you again for saving this junior, Senior!" Huang Mengxiang said, his eyes darting about.
"Does Fellow Daoist Huang have something to say?"
"Hehe, I came on behalf of my grandfather to ask. That old ghost Lan Jingming deserved to die, but his remains belong to my younger grandfather. Our Huang family cannot let him suffer such disgrace. Senior Xiao... what do you think..." Huang Mengxiang said without the slightest reservation.
Xiao Hua came to a realization. Indeed, although the one who had died was Lan Jingming, the corpse was still Huang Tianming's. How could Huang Tianle simply ignore it?
"This Xiao was careless. Go ahead and sort things out. If there is anything that can detoxify poison, feel free to take it out and use it!" Xiao Hua nodded.
"Hehe, I told you Senior Xiao was easy to talk to. Thanks!" Huang Mengxiang winked at Xiao Hua, then quickly ran back.
Having received Xiao Hua's permission, Huang Tianle hurriedly ordered the Huang Family disciples to clean up. Unfortunately, Lan Jingming had been far too cautious a person. How could he possibly have left an antidote on himself?
Su Mingyu and the others were clearly disappointed. In low voices, they asked, "Fellow Daoist Huang, could you open the array of Vermilion Bird Hall? We can go out and get some air, and Fellow Daoist Huang can also send people to Lan Jingming's