"I once cultivated at Quanzhen Temple, but my skills didn't include those immortal techniques. Instead, I learned how to glimpse heavenly secrets."
Long Yan said this with a straight face, making up nonsense. The "blocked intestines and stomach" bit—wasn't that something Long Qingli had told him? She had once studied medicine, and medical practice is all about observing, inquiring, and diagnosing. From a distance, Long Qingli had already deduced that Qin Wei's body wasn't in peak health.
Even without Long Qingli's input, Long Yan could have guessed it anyway. After all, Qin Wei's appearance—excessive indulgence in wine and women—was obvious enough for anyone with a keen eye to notice.
"Master, you must save me!"
Without thinking twice, Qin Wei clung to Long Yan's leg. Though Qin Wei was normally domineering, Long Yan's few words pinpointing his condition immediately convinced him.
