C47 Hidden Hand
"I have no confidence in your poison!" Monk Qingyun stepped forward and greeted.
"Thank you for your help. Even if you can't cure this poison, it doesn't matter." Qi Batian said with a smile on his face.
Monk Qingyun checked Qi Batian's wound. He cut off the rotten flesh with a knife, then used a golden needle to seal the wound. He sprinkled some detoxifying herbal juice on the wound