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Qiao Wanwan's face was solemn. She quickly pulled out several silver needles from her bosom and skillfully inserted them into several major acupuncture points on Yun Biqiu's body. The silver needles trembled slightly, emitting a soft humming sound, as if they were fiercely fighting against the toxins in Yun Biqiu's body.

Then, Qiao Wanwan sat cross-legged behind Yun Biqiu, her palms resting on his back, and began to heal him. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her face gradually turned pale, but her eyes were firm and unwavering.

"Yangzhou Slow... You actually mastered Yangzhou Slow..." Yun Biqiu felt a warm current flowing slowly through his body, and the pain in his chest, which had been extremely painful, was relieved a lot. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Master... He actually taught Yangzhou Slow to you..."

"Don't talk, concentrate!" Qiao Wanwan's voice was filled with a hint of blame, "You can't die yet, you have more important things to do."

Yun Biqiu felt a surge of warmth in his heart upon hearing this. He knew that although Qiao Wanwan appeared indifferent to him on the surface, she still cared for him deep down. He closed his eyes and began to fully cooperate with Qiao Wanwan's treatment.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the pavilion grew increasingly solemn. Qiao Wanwan's face grew paler and paler, and her body began to tremble slightly, but she gritted her teeth and persisted in healing Yun Biqiu.

Finally, after a long time, Qiao Wanwan slowly withdrew her hands. Her face was as pale as paper, and her body was extremely weak, but a glimmer of relief shone in her eyes.

"Okay, the poison in your body has been suppressed for now." Qiao Wanwan's voice was a little weak. "You need to rest for a while. I will give you acupuncture regularly to control the spread of the poison."

Yun Biqiu slowly opened his eyes. Although his face was still pale, it had regained a bit of color. He looked at Qiao Wanwan, his eyes filled with gratitude and guilt.

"Sister Qiao, thank you." Yun Biqiu's voice was a little choked. "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have already..."

"Don't talk about this anymore." Qiao Wanwan interrupted Yun Biqiu, "You need to rest now. We can talk later if you have anything to say."

Yun Biqiu nodded. He struggled to get up, but was held down by Qiao Wanwan.

"You're still very weak, don't move around." Qiao Wanwan said, "I'll help you to the room to rest."

Yun Biqiu did not insist any longer. He obediently let Qiao Wanwan support him into the room.

After Qiao Wanwan settled Yun Biqiu down, she turned and left the room. She walked into the yard, looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"Yun Biqiu, why were you poisoned?" Qiao Wanwan muttered to herself, "Who poisoned you?"

She was filled with doubts but couldn't find the answers. She decided to wait for Yun Biqiu to wake up before asking him.

Time passed minute by minute, night fell, and the pavilion fell into silence. Qiao Wanwan sat quietly on the stone bench, waiting for Yun Biqiu to wake up.

Finally, after a long wait, Yun Biqiu slowly opened his eyes. He saw Qiao Wanwan sitting beside him, her eyes full of concern.

"Sister Qiao, what's wrong with me?" Yun Biqiu's voice was a little weak.

"You've been poisoned." Qiao Wanwan said calmly, "And it's Xue Ronghua from the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance."

"Xue Ronghua?" Yun Biqiu's expression changed. "How could this happen?"

"Tell me, who poisoned you?" There was a hint of coldness in Qiao Wanwan's voice.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Yun Biqiu's eyes, but he finally spoke, "It's Jiao Liqiao."

"Jiao Liqiao?" Qiao Wanwan frowned, "Why did she poison you?"

"Back then, she gave me the antidote to the Bicha poison and asked me to give it to Li Xiangyi." Yun Biqiu's voice was filled with regret. "I thought it was a real antidote, but it turned out to be fake. After the Battle of the East China Sea, I deeply regretted it and have been imprisoned here ever since, no longer interfering with the affairs of the martial arts world."

"Jiao Liqiao saw that I was out of her control, so she poisoned me with Xue Ronghua, wanting me to continue working for her. I disagreed."

"You're so confused!" Qiao Wanwan scolded angrily, "Don't you know what kind of person Jiao Liqiao is? How can you believe her words?"

"I... I know I was wrong." Yun Biqiu's voice was filled with pain. "But there's no turning back. For the past ten years, I've been tortured by this poison day and night, and now I'm at the end of my rope."

"Don't think you can make me forgive you just by saying these things." Qiao Wanwan said coldly, "The mistakes you made can't be made up for with just a few words. Save your life and go confess to the people you should apologize to."

Yun Biqiu's body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of despair.

"I can even cure the poison of Bicha, let alone this mere Blood Ronghua." Qiao Wanwan's voice suddenly softened, "Don't worry, I won't let you die."

Yun Biqiu suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and then dimmed.

"You...what did you say?" Yun Biqiu's voice trembled slightly, carrying a faint hint of hope and more uncertainty. "You...you can really cure the poison of Bicha?"

He didn't dare ask the suspicion buried deep within his heart: the suspicion about the poison in the green tea, about that person. Over the years, he'd woken countless times from nightmares, dreams of that person standing atop the surging waves of the East China Sea, questioning his betrayal. Each time he woke, he hated himself even more, and even more for Jiao Liqiao.

"Sister Qiao, the sect leader is still alive, right?" Yun Biqiu avoided Xue Ronghua's topic and asked another question, a question he also wanted to know the answer to.

Qiao Wanwan looked at Yun Biqiu's flickering eyes and sighed softly in her heart. She knew what Yun Biqiu really wanted to ask, but she couldn't say it, at least not now.

"Does it matter whether it's true or not?" Qiao Wanwan said calmly, "What's important is that you need to live well now and atone for the mistakes you made."

"But I..." Yun Biqiu's voice choked, "Can I still atone for my sins? I harmed him and the entire Si Gu Men. How can I still have the dignity to live on?"

"Do you think your death can make up for everything?" Qiao Wanwan's voice became stern. "If you die, who will apologize to those you've hurt? Who will expose Jiao Liqiao's conspiracy? If you die, it will only make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy!"

Yun Biqiu was silent, his head lowered, his shoulders trembling slightly. Qiao Wanwan's words were like sharp blades, piercing his heart and gradually awakening him from his despair.