In the central region, hidden within a dense forest, Tongyan was healing and resting.
Her injuries were grievous. A deep wound on her left shoulder cut down to the bone, and the blood that flowed from it was not fresh red, but a foul-smelling, acrid black—a clear sign she had been struck with a Deadly Poison. She had numerous other wounds as well. The lighter ones had damaged muscle and bone, while the more severe ones were ghastly gashes of split skin and ruptured flesh. The sight was horrific. Her delicate, doll-like face was pallid and frail, with large beads of cold sweat forming on her brow, a testament to her profound weakness.
What a potent evil poison. I have to neutralize it quickly, or it will seep into my marrow and cause endless trouble!
