"What are you trying to say, you rascal?" Old Marshal Qiu glared at Yun Yang, obviously dissatisfied that he was interrupting the conversation with a total disregard of the situation he was in and a total lack of awareness of his own inconsequentiality.
Did you not see us adults discussing with such conviction and ambition?
"I wanted to say that I can soothe the condition further with these pills…" Yun Yang looked at Qiu Jianhan innocently. "The mystical skill I cultivate… has a unique effect towards poisons and toxins. As long as I condition His Majesty’s meridians every few days, I can suppress the poison’s deadly progress. I am confident about this, didn’t I already prove myself the other day?"