What could save the Astrologer wasn't Bai Ruozhu's Medical Skills, but the Spiritual Liquid produced by the Quanxin she had obtained.
"Don't be happy too soon. He transferred the Curse onto himself, the consequences are very serious. A few drops of Spiritual Liquid only buy us some time." Quanxin communicated with Bai Ruozhu through Divine Sense.
Bai Ruozhu hadn't even stood firm yet and almost fell back onto the bed. "How long can he hold on?"
"As short as three days, as long as seven. I can't determine the exact time either," Quanxin said.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yichun noticed the drastic change in her expression and hurriedly asked.
She grabbed Jiang Yichun and said, "The Astrologer's condition is only temporarily stabilized. In as few as three days, or as many as seven, the backlash on him will fully erupt."
Jiang Yichun's brows knitted tightly. "I'll go with you to talk to Ao Song. We have to set out as soon as possible."
