"Give me your hand." Ling Xiao ignored the High Priest's anger and said, "I don't think you've been poisoned. Why would you think you were?"
The High Priest was stunned. She realized she had misunderstood the young man, and her face grew hot. 'Damn it,' she cursed internally. 'To make a fool of myself in front of a mere youngster, time and time again.' But then, she recalled the Elixir he had fed her. A sliver of hope suddenly rose in the High Priest's heart, and she extended a hand from under the covers.
Ling Xiao placed three fingers on the High Priest's fair, delicate wrist. He focused his senses for a moment, then frowned and muttered to himself, "There are no signs of poison in your body at all. So why don't you have any Inner Strength? Hmm? Your Dantian... uh..."
