Mr. Li also understood. He muttered, "If Ma Ji had cultivated them before, then it's not impossible for Tong Zhuo to continue developing them and achieve greater success. There is always someone better. Ma Ji had betrayed the clan's rules. When she met Tong Zhuo, who has deviated from the path, I'm afraid she has gone even further on the evil path."
"Then, can the few medicines you want cure this kind of voodoo?" I asked.
Mr. Li was silent for a moment before he said, "The few medicines I want are for Tong Mo."
I suddenly realized that because cousin Mo had been getting healthier day by day under Mr. Li's care, I had almost forgotten that he still needed a few precious medicinal herbs to cure his illness.
I felt a little ashamed.
Tong Yan said softly, "Master, no matter how mutated that voodoo is, it should revolve around the purpose of absorbing the Phoenix Blood. Nanxing's blood has now become poisonous. So, can we use Nanxing's blood to cure it?"
