Fanhe immediately understood what the little junior sister meant, he nodded and stood up.
"You two lords, let me go with you! Perhaps, the effect of the special medicine in the gray mist may not be certain."
Immortal Venerable Bingjue and Venerable Wen Yin were slightly startled, if this is the case, then they really need to bring someone with medical skills over.
The two nodded, "Okay then, let's go."
Fanhe nodded, then glanced at the junior sister, and left with the two venerables first.
After Ziyaoyuan calmed down, Ming Wuyan's heart was not at peace.
Now the Three Realms are becoming more and more chaotic, and it will become more and more chaotic in the future, and there may be more and more assassinations. It seems that everything is speeding up, and the speed at which she deals with problems must also be speeded up.
She raised her hand and looked at the star ring on her hand again.
Seeing that Xiao Chuyan's god star had appeared in the Three Realms, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It seems that what Xue Yihan said is true, they are already on their way back.
After calculating the time, after realizing that it would take some time for Xue Yihan and Xiao Chuyan to come back, she stood up and prepared to go to Leiyin Hall.
As soon as he reached the door, he saw Yi Lange running out.
"Xiaoyan, can you come and help me see my elder brother?"
Ming Wuyan was slightly taken aback, "What happened to him?"
Yi Sang's condition should be gradually recovering, as long as he rests, his life will not be in danger.
Yi Lange shook his head, "I don't know, my elder brother's body has been shaking, and his whole body is extremely cold."
Ming Wuyan frowned, and immediately went to the room where Yi Sang was recuperating.
As soon as she entered, she felt the coldness in the room.
She walked up to Yi Sang, looked suspiciously at Yi Sang who was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and a divine light fell on his pulse.
"Spell?" Ming Wuyan frowned.
"What did you do? Well, why did you fall under the curse again?"
Yi Sang said with chattering teeth, "It's this..."
As he spoke, he took out a black pocket scroll from his storage ring.
Ming Wuyan looked at the black scroll, and a trace of doubt flashed in her heart.
She took the black scroll, and just as she was about to open it, Yi Sang stopped her.
"Don't open it, I just opened it... then, something is wrong with me."
Ming Wuyan first sensed the black scroll with her spiritual sense, and after not finding any unusual fluctuations in spiritual power, she directly took the black scroll over.