Empress Myrtlestar suppressed the poison rampaging through Qing Han’s body and alleviated his suffering while Lu Yun stood watch at her side, digesting what he’d learned from the battles over the past month. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her; he simply cared too much about Qing Han, but didn’t even understand why that was so.

“It is done.” After an indiscernible period of time, a slightly fainter image of Empress Myrtlestar straightened her back as color gradually returned to Qing Han’s cheeks.

“The Fusang Purewood is a rare natural spirit root,” the empress wearily explained. “I have planted it in the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals to slowly replenish Qing Han’s life force. You must find the other two treasures as soon as possible, so that I can fully cleanse him of the poison.”

“My deepest...