A pang of sorrow struck Fang Qingyuan when he heard Jiang Kui's question. He hadn't expected her to still remember the excuse he'd given back then. He nodded and replied,
"It's been taken care of, no problems now. Besides, my cultivation has reached the Eighth-Layer of Qi Cultivation—even a little before Zhang Yuan managed it."
Jiang Kui smiled at his words, but then her face suddenly scrunched up, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Seeing her in so much pain, Fang Qingyuan asked with concern,
"How are your injuries? Why aren't they healing?"
Jiang Kui took a few moments to catch her breath before replying,
"It's a poison. That day, I was leading a team into the Wilderness Forest to deliver supplies to our sectmates on the front lines. But we were targeted by several Foundation Establishment Demon Beasts and fell into an ambush. I fought desperately and managed to escape, but I was struck by the innate poison of one of them."
