Bai Ruozhu's face also turned cold. She said to Yuan Licheng, "Quickly take Lan Ying back to rest, I'll handle things here."
She knew Fo Lanying didn't want her to take the blame for this, so he forced himself to come out and explain. She was even more aware of how severe Fo Lanying's illness could get when it flared up; otherwise, with Fo Lanying's character, he would definitely have forced himself to endure it. Although she couldn't feel Fo Lanying's pain, she could imagine how intense it was. The pain came from his divine sense, so even if it hurt unbearably, he couldn't just pass out.
Bai Ruozhu turned to look at the witch doctor, cold light already shot from her eyes. She was originally just a passerby and didn't want to meddle, but now this witch had already challenged all her patience.
She subtly moved her fingertips hidden in her sleeve. The witch, seeing her staring, puffed out her chest like a cock ready for a fight and glared back.
