"Yunting, don't worry. I can accompany you to Spiritual Medicine Valley. The Han Qing Pill can certainly be refined," Zhang Wenxuan gently comforted Jiang Yunting. As he looked at her, a trace of desire flickered across his eyes.
Jiang Yunting shook her head in disappointment and said, "It's too late. The distance between Bei Yun City and Spiritual Medicine Valley is vast; it won't take just a day or two to get there. The trip there and back may take more than a month."
Jiang Yunting knew that the members of the Cang Lang Mercenary Group afflicted by the heat poison only had less than a month left to live. If they couldn't take the Han Qing Pill within this timeframe, those mercenary group members would surely die.
