His gaze could discern at first glance that the hairpin on my head could suppress the Gu Poison and he could even make out the status of the Gu within Dumpling in my belly.
After all, he's someone who has lived in the Miao area all year round, and in matters of Gu Art, he seemed far more formidable than Yu Longting and Zhang Zidao put together.
"I'm just an apprentice in gu raising under Grandma, capable only of raising gu, not saving people," Zhuzi said shakily, "I'm sorry, Lady Dragon God, I didn't mean to refuse to help you with Gu Removal."
All the hope I seemed to have vanished overnight, with a sense of utter despondency overwhelming me as I faintly said, "It's not your fault; it was my own carelessness that got me poisoned by gu."
When I returned to the small courtyard in the town where I was staying, I carried the bag of needles and threads with me at all times.
