If she really were a female cultivator who had accidentally ingested a Ghost Poison and received such thorough detoxification, it would be considered an act of kindness.
Not to mention praise, even repaying the favor would be expected.
However, she was not.
All she knew was that she had been played.
Unable to accept her mission's abrupt failure, Wei Ziyuan hastily rose to her feet, glaring daggers at Tao Qian while forcefully suppressing the urge to pounce on him again.
Her actions from the previous night already deliberately contrived, such recklessness now could likely ruin her master's great plan.
Left with no choice, she dressed herself in the long robe and offered Tao Qian a curtsy, grinding her teeth secretly as she cooed, "Daoist friend, I shall repay your kindness in detoxifying me some other day."
She had intended to speak with a softer voice, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it came out husky and rough, as if her throat had dried up.
