Ming Zhitian was also helpless, looking at the current Empress Xingchen, who had lost her peerless beauty of the past, merely a drug slave driven by poison. He was heartbroken and couldn't help but shed tears: "I'm sorry."
Empress Xingchen's eyes reddened, her face almost touching his as she said, "Don't meddle in this. Send me back, okay? I need the antidote to survive."
Ming Zhitian gently shook his head. "Xingchen, do you know who I thought of first when I was almost dead on the Divine Martial Continent? It was you. Do you know who I think of in my dreams? It's you. Do you know who I think of when I am most helpless and desperately need spiritual support to endure? It's still you. It is you who have allowed me to live until now, so you cannot die, and I will not stand by and watch you fall into endless despair."
Empress Xingchen clearly wasn't listening to him. "Ming Zhitian, please, let me go. I beg you, let me go back..."
Ming Zhitian struck her unconscious again with a hand chop. "Mother!" Piaoling'er cried out in alarm, "What are you doing?"
They had planned how to deal with the three kings of the disciples, but given Empress Xingchen's current state, Ming Zhitian was extremely worried. He instructed them to return to Suohai Wuge to await orders, while he took Empress Xingchen to seek medical help.
Piaoling'er said, "Ming Zhitian, you'd better not let anything happen to my mother, or I will kill you."
Ming Zhitian glanced at her. "Don't worry."
They found the former residence of the Medicine Immortal Qiu Bu Yi, but after many days, the person had already disappeared. Helpless, Ming Zhitian had no choice but to return to Suohai Wuge with Empress Xingchen.
Piaoling'er was the first to run up. "Ming Zhitian, how is my mother?"
Ming Zhitian shook his head. "We can only see what the doctors in the Pavilion say."
They had Chen Buqi summon the best physicians from Suohai Wuge. Empress Xingchen lay on the sickbed, with Piaoling'er keeping watch by her side.
However, after several physicians diagnosed her, they all shook their heads, telling Chen Hua Xian to seek more qualified help.
Chen Buqi thought of something. "Tian'er, come here."
Ming Zhitian approached. "Mother, if you have something to say, just say it."
Chen Buqi said, "Based on the diagnoses of the physicians, Mother knows roughly what has happened. Your father was once the president of the Detoxification Association. He might have a way?"
Ming Zhitian's interest was piqued. "There's such a thing?"
Chen Buqi nodded. "It's all in the past."
Ming Zhitian was overjoyed. "Mother, quickly go and ask Father to come and save her."
Chen Buqi, however, shook her head. "He won't listen to me. Your father decided to retire years ago due to an incident. If you want him to return to his profession, only you can persuade him."
Ming Zhitian was confused. "What incident?"
Chen Buqi said with some anger, "Ask him yourself."
Ming Zhitian tried to discern something from her eyes, but she appeared deliberately mysterious. Annoyed, Ming Zhitian decided to go and ask Ming Ya himself.
Ming Ya was teaching the disciples of the Pavilion how to practice sword formations. Ming Zhitian appeared. "Father, can we talk?"
Ming Ya was a little puzzled. This was the first time Ming Zhitian had approached him, so there must be something.
In the pavilion, Ming Zhitian asked, "Did Father hold the position of president in the Detoxification Association before?"
Ming Ya was startled. "How did you know?"
Ming Zhitian said, "Mother told me."
Ming Ya said, "Yes, that did happen."
Ming Zhitian said, "That's great! Mother said you have a way to cure Xingchen. Come with me."
Ming Ya, however, waved his hand in refusal. "After that incident, I promised your mother that I would not return to my old profession. If your mother cannot persuade me, neither can you."