Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing's voice was low and urgent as he asked, "Master Uncle Hua, Elder Fei, is there any way to lift this miasma?"

Hua Yunfeng deliberated for a moment, then said slowly, "This miasma is treacherous, and my own understanding of it is limited."

"But the world is vast and full of wonders. This may not be a dead end. In any case, this is not a suitable place to linger, nor is it the right place to discuss the matter. Let us return to the sect first, pool our wisdom, and then plan our next steps."

Fei Ming also nodded in agreement. "Brother Hua is quite right. Young Friend Chen, do not lose heart. Where there is a will, there is a way. My Fei family will also reach out through our connections and do our utmost to search for any records in the ancient texts or any unusual items that may relate to this poison."

Chen Qing gave a nod and said nothing more.

Hua Yunfeng looked toward Fei Ming and cupped his fists. "This matter carries great implications, and concerns his future safety and path of cultivation."

Fei Ming understood immediately and said with gravity, "Brother Hua, rest assured. This old man knows how to weigh things. What passes from your lips to my ears will not reach a fifth person. You have my word."

"Thank you for your understanding, Brother Fei."

Hua Yunfeng then looked toward Chen Qing and Xu Min. "How are your injuries? Can you travel?"