Early the next morning, when Lin Shisan arrived, the Purple Sky Dragon King was reclining on the Cold Jade Couch draped in deep purple brocade.
His complexion was much better than it had been two days earlier.
The spread of the death markings had temporarily stopped, and the edges of the grayish-white lines at his temples showed a trace of retreat. But he still did not sit up. He merely turned his head slightly, his gaze settling on Lin Shisan, his deep purple eyes as still as an abyss.
"Come in."
Lin Shisan walked over and stopped three steps from the couch.
He took out the Little Black Cauldron, held it in his palm, and calmly met the Dragon King's gaze.
Lin Shisan's brows rose, but his heart suddenly tightened.
This shouldn't be happening.
He had already used the Little Black Cauldron to draw out most of the Gu Poison's power from the Purple Sky Dragon King. Things shouldn't be like this. What was going on?
His eyes shifted. At the old Purple Sky Dragon King's cuff, he noticed blue veins slowly pulsing beneath a thin layer of withered skin. Yet for some reason, he kept feeling that the Dragon King's complexion today was actually a shade worse than it had been a few days earlier.
His gaunt face looked as though something had hollowed out a corner of it from within.
"How are you feeling today, Your Majesty?"
"I have a little more strength than yesterday."
The Purple Sky Dragon King's voice was low, but fuller than it had been a few days earlier. "That Little Black Cauldron of yours does have a few tricks to it."
"You flatter me, Your Majesty. Whatever I have achieved is all thanks to chance."
Lin Shisan brought the Little Black Cauldron close