The sky was dim.
The remaining light from the lamp was even dimmer.
It seemed as a portrait of the two of them.
Shen Shao waved his hand, unhappy, and three luminous pearls suddenly appeared, illuminating the nameless tavern with dazzling light, just like the radiant lives they had led before.
"Can't your injury be healed anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Yi calmly said, "Thanks to Xie Tian's Resurrection Pill, I was able to keep my life."
"Resurrection Pill?" Shen Shao frowned.
Xia Yi smiled, "You Xiaochan was poisoned, and Xie Tian identified the perpetrator. To protect itself, the Zhu family handed over a Resurrection Pill that they had acquired at Great Thunder Marsh three hundred years ago—it's an ancient relic."
Shen Shao understood, for the word "ancient" represented the passing of eons, and although Xia Yi was alive, his injury could never fully heal.
But it could have been worse.
