He hadn't slept well last night.
So Pei Shaoqing didn't get out of bed until the sun was high in the sky.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Qingwu. Dressed in an elegant, dignified white dress, she was sitting by the window, staring blankly outside, lost in thought. Under the warm autumn sun, her skin glowed like white jade.
"What are you thinking about?" Pei Shaoqing asked, sitting up.
Xie Qingwu snapped out of her daze. Turning to look at him, she said, "I was thinking about the Shaking Light Saintess. She should have run out of the antidote by now. I wonder why she hasn't returned."
"Worried some expert in the Profound Yellow Sect has neutralized your poison?" Pei Shaoqing asked as he got out of bed and stretched.
Xie Qingwu nodded slowly. "Yes. While I concocted the poison myself, the Profound Yellow Sect is filled with masters and prodigies. I can't guarantee one of them couldn't have found a cure."
