"Keep your voice down."
The Poisonous Bat's face tightened, giving a low warning, and only then did the Charming Widow realize the cave behind them wasn't far away. Quietly, they both returned to the boat.
"Can that elder really do it?"
The Charming Widow asked anxiously, looking at the Poisonous Bat.
Once on the boat, the Poisonous Bat's face returned to its calm composure. She spoke slowly, "Celestial City Peak Spirit Medicine Sect!"
Just those six words silenced any of the Charming Widow's doubts.
It was like a golden signboard.
But her only worry started to align with that of the Poisonous Bat. What if the spirit stones they robbed weren't enough for the elder to test the medicine, or if they only had enough for one person? What then?
