Although Xing Jun still felt a bit hesitant, he had been stuck here for almost a year. He'd originally thought he would never see hope again, and Beisitian's appearance had become his only hope.
Xing Jun also worried that after escaping the tiger's den he might fall into a wolf's lair, and that would be truly miserable. So he decided to observe a while longer. A person's conduct shows their character; even if she was pretending, there would be traces to catch.
Xing Jun's boiling blood cooled slightly, which also calmed him down a lot. Whatever the truth was, he'd just keep watching her.
Xing Jun's blood was like a cheat device. Without his blood, there was no way she could have created an antidote in such a short time.
After getting two drops of his blood, Beisitian made another ten bags of talisman powder that very night. This time, with the experience from the first batch, the effect might be even better.
