Zhang Deming asked, "You can't do anything about it either?"
Feng Mingyou shook his head. "I might have been able to handle it before, though it would have taken time. Now, all I can do is barely keep it at bay."
"If we want to cure him, we'll have to return to the Sect and get a specialized Poison Master or an Alchemist to help."
Zhang Deming breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "As long as he doesn't die, that's what matters."
Feng Mingyou shook his head. "It's not that simple. The longer this drags on for him, the more severe the consequences will be."
"Hek Tuan is already sixty-eight. A Peak Apprentice has a lifespan of a hundred and twenty years, so he should have had several decades of his prime left."
"But with this delay, not only might he not live to his full lifespan of one hundred and twenty, but his chances of reaching the Tai Chi Stage are now even slimmer."
"After all, he follows a Bloodline path, the transformation type."
