The Thousand-Year-Old Cold Jade Bed for Healing

From what he had seen earlier, Fang Qingshan's standard was not bad. Otherwise, he would not have been able to find out what the Demon Venerable had done to Gu Xi's body just by checking his pulse.

"Thank you, Tower Master Fang."

"Oh right, did you take the Jade Dew last time?"

Fang Qingshan thought that Gu Xi had not taken it, or that he had only taken a little. Otherwise, his injuries would not have remained the same. It seemed like there were no changes.

Who would have thought that Gu Xi would say, "I've taken it all."

Fang Qingshan could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. "You've taken it all, but there's still no effect?"

"There is a little effect."

The hidden danger left behind by the Demon Venerable had been removed, and even Little Ancient had benefited from it. Gu Xi guessed that it was probably because the Winged Golden Black Bugs had sensed Little Ancient's aura, that was why it had come to the Moyu Tower.