Zu An fell into a daze. She was simply so beautiful that he forgot to avert his gaze.

Qiao Xueying put her arms in front of her, one covering her chest and the other covering her legs. However, how much could her small hands possibly cover?

“C-clothes…”

Seeing that Zu An wasn’t moving at all, Qiao Xueying looked up, only to be met with his searing gaze. This only intensified her feelings of embarrassment.

Zu An finally snapped out of his daze. He quickly grabbed her clothes and wrapped them around her.

In order to dispel the awkwardness, he said, “How are you feeling? You were still okay earlier on, but you suddenly seem so weak.”

Qiao Xueying glared at him sharply before responding, “I was struck by the poisonous mist of the Crimsonscale Python…”

“Poisonous mist? Are you fine? I’ll get someone to treat you right now!” Zu An was horrified. His Primordial Origin Sutra had only reached the second rank, so he couldn’t use it to treat others yet. If she was afflicted with some sort of rare poison, he would be hard pressed to find a solution.

“There’s no need for that…” Qiao Xueying tugged on his sleeves and shook her head. “The Crimsonscale Python’s poison isn’t lethal. However, the snake is lustful in nature, so its...