There is no cure for this poison.
The short four words, like a thunderclap, boomed in the minds of Quan Jing and his companions, buzzing incessantly.
Quan Jing's body swayed, his complexion turning even paler, like a corpse, his heart plunging into the abyss, eyes downcast, with self-mocking laughter he said: "I knew it, this more than a year of life has been stolen."
"Master." Quan An's tears flowed down, saying, "There will be other ways, we can still seek out other Divine Doctors."
Pah, what chance of survival, it's all deception, I knew that old Taoist couldn't be trusted.
Even this so-called Junior Temple Master, despite his grand airs, was unable to cure the poison, pitying the Master's bumpy journey here seeking medical aid, all in vain.
Wang Yuqian was also somewhat stunned and said, "No solution? You have no means either?"
