The sound of water droplets echoed in the darkness.
Xiao Heng's back pressed against the damp, cold stone wall, and the weak breath of the person in his arms brushed past the gu poison at his heart, actually causing the dark green scales to show signs of receding.
He tried to circulate his internal energy, finding that the chilling Yin Qi entrenched in his meridians was being neutralized by a warm and gentle force—the blood seeping from Shen Xitang's wrist was soaking into his wounds through their touching skin.
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