Using his spiritual power to lift the lid, Yun Shangyuan placed it around Feng Yueya's neck, securing her body.
As if timing it perfectly, Taixu Zi had just walked in.
And in his hand, he held some paper and a pen.
Taking the paper and pen, Yun Shangyuan wrote, "You saved her."
Taixu Zi shook his head, "I am not saving her. It just so happened that soaking in this medicinal bath is one of her tests."
Yun Shangyuan looked at him with confusion.
"I don't understand."
"Let me tell you the truth. Soaking in the medicinal bath is her third trial, only it's earlier than planned. To become my disciple, one must be immune to all poisons. To become immune, one must soak in the medicinal concoction I prepared. If she survives it, she can become my disciple and have a body immune to all poisons. If she does not survive, there is only one path left, and that is death."
Yun Shangyuan was greatly alarmed.
"What do you mean by that, explain clearly!"
