"A sedative? How could it be..." muttered Jing Miao, holding her forehead and trying to recall.
Nausea and dizziness quickly arose.
She staggered and simply sat cross-legged on the ground.
Sheng Chuanxiong shouted, "Bring cold water!"
Soon, a soldier flipped over a bucket of water originally meant for firefighting.
Jing Miao bowed her head, scooped water with both hands, and splashed it on her face.
The icy autumn water cleared her mind a bit.
But she grew more puzzled because she gradually remembered... she hadn't drunk anything before bed, so it was impossible for her to have been drugged.
Sheng Chuanxiong coldly asked, "What's your relationship with Li Xuan? Where did the abbot of this temple go?"
Jing Miao sorted out her thoughts, began to recall, and started to speak...
Sheng Chuanxiong listened, thinking, calculating in his mind, while slowly mapping out the geography around Guangye Mountain in his head.
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