His eyes were bloodshot, as he stared intently at the small bottle in the woman’s hand. Shen Qiu Yang was taken aback by his intense gaze; Su Lang also frowned slightly, thinking to himself that this man had better not bite the hand that feeds him. If this turns out to be a case of biting the hand that feeds him, he wouldn’t mind pulling out his knife and finishing him off; after all, it wouldn’t be his first time killing someone—it had become second nature to him. But looking at this man’s demeanor, he didn’t appear to be the sort of petty person who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge? "Could you let go first?" Shen Qiu Yang’s arm was seized by him. His strength was enormous; despite looking emaciated, his grip was as firm as a vice, causing her arm to ache. But Liang Yuening didn’t care about that, indifferent to whether she was in pain or if he was being too rash, or whether his actions might lead to misunderstandings and the like. He snatched the bottle from Shen Qiu Yang’s hand, brought it to his nose, took a light sniff, and his eyes reddened even further. "Where, where did this come from?" He asked Shen Qiu Yang, his lips quivering; at the same time, he took out a small bottle that he had always carried close to his body, treasured as if it were his life, tucked inside his bosom. Pulling out the stopper, the same milky white ointment appeared, giving off the same scent. "Exactly the same..." He seemed both sad and joyful, then pursed his lips as if he were about to cry or laugh. "Really exactly the same, you know her, don’t you? Otherwise, she wouldn’t give this kind of healing ointment to someone for no reason. You know where she is, right? Take me to see her, will you? I’ve been looking for her for a long time, really a very long time... I... I miss her, I miss her so much..." A tall man, appearing strong and sturdy, yet like a large dog abandoned by its owner, his aggrieved expression was heartbreakingly pitiful. Su Lang snapped back to his senses and asked, "What’s going on here?" Shen Qiu Yang also looked bewildered, indicating that she didn’t know either, but she was clear about one thing. "Who is she to you? What is your relation to her?" She looked at Liang Yuening, whose brief encounters with her had revealed a man who was distraught, always in search of someone. And that someone, she suspected, was the same person she knew. Yuening’s voice was hoarse, rough, but also resolute, as if he was taking a solemn oath, he said: "—She is my fiancée, and the person I love the most." Shen Qiu Yang’s departure lasted for half a month. She left just as Dong Huiying had a major outburst due to the Gu Poison. And after she left, Dong Huiying learned that the Devouring God Gu had begun its counterattack, but she herself was not one to just sit back and wait for death. She couldn’t do nothing just because she feared the backlash from the Devouring God Gu; after all, it was a constant thorn in her side, leaving her restless day and night. Liang Zhichen witnessed everything she did. During the Gu Refinement, she added a lot of Peaceful Spirit Herb, which had a calming effect on the mind. Normally, swallowing Gu Pills with half of the toxin wasn’t a big deal, but once the King Gu was refined and used to make pills, even if those pills contained a lot of the calming Peaceful Spirit Herb, it was difficult to soothe the agitated Devouring God Gu. In that half-month, she took a total of three King Gu insects. Each time she consumed pills made from King Gu, an episode was inevitable, often resulting in her own severe injury. She was worried, afraid that she might lose control and harm Liang Zhichen, so she always left the small wooden hut and stayed well away from him. But what she didn’t know was that each time, Liang Zhichen secretly followed her. Just like on this day.