"Hyah-"
Dongfang Liren galloped on the Charcoal-Red Steed, while Niao Niao served as a scout chicken beneath the clouds, watching for movement for dozens of miles around. Once they were more than ten miles from the battlefield, the ice field became utterly empty, with scarcely another person in sight.
Ye Jingtang sat behind her, his back resting against two soft pillows. His posture had been fairly straight at first, but as they rode, the world began spinning around him. His blood and qi grew restless, and his face alternated between red and white.
Though the saddle was broad, it clearly had not been designed for three adults. Fan Qinghe barely fit at the back. She had to press tightly against Ye Jingtang's back and reach around his ribs to grip Dongfang Liren's belt, just to keep from being jolted off.
As a doctor, Fan Qinghe naturally noticed something wrong with Ye Jingtang's breathing. As they rode, she rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at his face.
"Ye Jingtang, can you still hold on?"
"Whew... I'm all right..."
Ye Jingtang possessed the Flame-Rebirth Diagram and was a descendant of the Yechi Tribe who had soaked in medicinal baths as a child. He was immune to the toxicity of secret medicines from the same lineage, such as Dragon-Prison Miasma and Heavenly Lang Pearls.
But immunity to their toxicity did not mean his body would have no reaction. The medicine was so potent that, once it seeped through his skin, even if his body could metabolize it on its own, it still needed time. Right now, he felt as though he had drunk himself to the verge of blacking out. The world spun, his mind was restless, and his body showed a few abnormalities too.
Dongfang Liren felt this most keenly.