"How do you know?"
Purple Cloud's eyes were almost popping out of his head as he continuously sized up Ye Qingchen, his eyes seemingly trying to see through him completely.
"Master Purple Cloud, could what he says be true?"
Elder Gu was about to shoo him away.
But upon seeing the Purple Cloud Alchemist's demeanor, his heart was filled with uncertainty.
"This... young friend speaks correctly! Not a single word is wrong!"
Purple Cloud's face was full of bitterness.
"Twelve years ago, by accident, I incurred this cold poison. It strikes at midnight every day, causing the blood in my body to freeze and my bones to turn to ice. Initially, it was very minor, but it gradually worsened, eventually spreading throughout my body."
"Even with a lifetime of learning, I have been unable to cure it."
As he spoke, he looked at Ye Qingchen in amazement.
Bear in mind.
This matter he had never mentioned to anyone, not even his disciples knew about it.
But how did Ye Qingchen know?
