Mysterious Shender
⁇ : Very Suspicious

Maorong nodded her head quickly over and over again. As long as it can be cured, as long as it can be cured, if the stakes are a piece of life I will give, he thought.

"The first treatment is "total treatment. In this treatment, you take it easy, won't cut your life. But, there's one thing you need to know. This total treatment requires a very expensive thing. There are five elements when it comes to Fengshui. Fire, water, air, wood, and metal. I need one wood element to get the poison out of your body. There are no side effects and you can talk normally. It is very expensive if purchased at auction. The good news is, you can help me find him. The name of the thing is Inti Sari Plant. The plants here are not just any plants. Its name is White Leafy Golden Bamboo. And he should also have lived above teny years," Xi Wei explained.

"Don't talk about this first. Let's move on to the second treatment" Xi Wei said. "This second treatment is a total treatment as well. It can get you back talking. But the bad news is, your life will only last up to fifteen years even if you are a person in the Master Cultivator Crane. At the time before death, you will feel extreme pain. But, being able to live fifteen years until the coming is a good thing as well."

Maorong seemed to be more interested in Xi Wei's first offer. But he was not sure he could find the White Leafy Golden Bamboo plant mentioned by the mature sapodilla-skinned youth.

"Then, the third one, you don't have to do any treatment, just drink the Sickness Soup I made. Although your disease often relapses and cannot speak, your age will still be long. These three things are the best offers I can give you. I told you that every treatment has its own risks. You should think things through."

Maorong sighed while thinking hard about the treatment offered by Xi Wei. He really wants to be healed. That means he will only think of two options, between the offer of the first or second treatment. He will ignore the third.

"You don't need to rush, Mr. Maorong. Think slowly. Then, just come with me. I'm gonna go find Ayahanda. He's still alive. Even if he was stabbed with a sword, I'm not sure he would die that easily. He is a creepy guy," Xi Wei said.

"And if you choose the first option, you'll have to help me find it. I have a lot of time, just relax. Although I have an appointment with someone, but I do not make a definite time for that agreement. Since you were once a subordinate of the Father, as well as being a loyal devotee of the people of the land, I will help you."

Maorong nodded her head. He looks happy. This child, as good as His Majesty used to be. Always thinking of others. Even the people were very prosperous when power was in his hands. Now that the brash Emperor was in power, he had never left his magnificent Palace to make an expedition to a remote village. People are miserable because of high taxes. What a shameless thing!

"I hope that when night falls you can answer which offer you choose" Xi Wei said. "I also want to prepare the heart to treat someone. But, just calm down. If you can't answer today, you can answer tomorrow or the day after. Yeah, as long as you want. I won't blame you. That choice must be well thought out."

Maorong nodded her head. Suddenly he groaned loudly. It seems the effects of his illness are relapsing. He looked so in pain that it made Xi Wei feel unbearable.

Xi Wei slashed his own palm until blood flowed profusely. He stored his blood in a wine bowl and immediately forced Maorong to drink it.

Having been in so much pain, even though it was Xi Wei's blood, Maorong still gulped down. His blood...why...why does it taste so different to the human blood I drink…? I want more. No, you can't!

Xi Wei retracted his hand and immediately stood up when Maorong regained his senses. He doesn't mind it. Living with the poison in the body to cause side effects must be very miserable, the young man understood that feeling. He is very sensitive when he sees others suffering.

Maorong felt very guilty for having done such a disrespectful thing to Xi Wei. He peeked at the activity the young man was doing from behind the doorless bamboo wall of the old hut. He wondered if Xi Wei was angry with him. But the look of the face shown by the young man was very calm and peaceful. There is no hatred or implied or explicit disgust there.

Maorong was slightly startled because of Xi Wei's discolored bead of eyes, from the bright color of the morning sunlight to the calm and peaceful blue color of the sky. Your Majesty, Your Majesty is like that too. Her eyes were beautiful, strange, and also very mysterious. Actually, who is His Majesty? Is he a God? Or, Demons? Or, another celestial being? The Prince is the same as His Majesty. They were both very mysterious good people, he thought.

Xi Wei drew water from an old well near the hut. He could see the reflection of the sun that had already reached its peak inside the wooden bucket. Then, he could see the reflection of his own face. He was shocked because of his discolored bead. He doesn't even believe in it at all.

What's wrong with me? What's wrong with my eyes? Xi Wei closed his eyes. And when I opened it, the color was back to how it was. He did not understand what was happening and caused a discoloration in his eye bead.

"Young Master?" Maorong called Xi Wei. Yes, although Xi Wei did not like it either, but it was better than if the man called him 'Prince'.

"What's wrong?" xi Wei asked without looking towards Maorong. "If you want to apologize about what happened just now, it's better not to. I told you to do it. You're not wrong at all. Just ignore the incident. If you feel pain again, don't hesitate to tell."

Maorong was silent for a while. He was shocked because his tongue was no longer moody and he could speak normally. Xi Wei himself was also startled and immediately glared at him.

"You…?!"

Maorong opened her mouth again, wanting to say something. "Young Master Xi Wei?" he hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands. He also wondered why he could speak.

Xi Wei grew increasingly distrustful of what he saw and heard. He wondered, What happened? What exactly is going on?! Why was Fu Cha Maorong suddenly able to speak?! It can't be because I drank my blood, right?