To Wandong's surprise, Sun Daobai knitted his eyebrows tightly in an awkward situation on hearing his plea.
"Grandpa Sun, it was nothing but a pill. You can, by all means, produce another one, " Wandong asked in a bewildered panic. He didn't picture Sun Daobai a stingy man.
Sun Xiaoya uttered a light hum and said in contempt, "Ignorant guy! My grandpa is without any pill of this kind now. He already presented the last one to the Emperor."
"The last one went to the Emperor? So he is recovered now?" Wandong asked in subconsciousness. While Qiu Wanli was exceedingly stable in power, the Princess Baidie was in an increasingly hazardous situation. Against this unfavorable backdrop, Emperor's recovery would be a might blow to Qiu Wanli at this moment.
Sun Daobai let out a sigh and shook his head, "As precious the Everlasting Rejuvenation Pill is, it was no magic elixir. It could only have the Emperor retain his breath for the time being. A full recovery is out of the question."
Wandong was shocked by the truth. Claimed as a pill with a function of bringing the dead back to life, the Everlasting Rejuvenation Pill was unable to cure Bai Zhenshan. In that case, the disease he contracted must be overwhelmingly lethal.
"Even the last one...the last one was gone?" Wu Daozi asked in agitation. He went ghostly pale and shivered on hearing that.
Sun Daobai felt somewhat remorseful. Wu Daozi was surely asking for the pill to cure someone of great importance to him based on his reaction.
"Grandpa Sun, don't you specialize in producing the pills? Can't you refine another one?" Wandong asked.
Wu Daozi rose with sudden force and spirit and hastened to speak loudly, "Mr. Sun, as long as you promise to refine the pills, you can, by all means, bid me prepare any herbs or materials you need."
Sun Daobai shook his head and answered with a sigh, "Mr. Wu, I'm afraid I would have to let you down. Over the past year's, I have been trying to repress the inflammatory toxins in my body. As a result, I underwent a huge loss of my spiritual energy, which, is less than thirty percent of what it used to be. Without Yaoting's instruction — diluting the toxins by spreading them to my limbs, I would have long ceased to be. With the thirty percent spiritual energy I'm left with, I can't produce the Everlasting Rejuvenation Pills anymore."
"Woe! How... how could that be!" Wu Daozi said in extreme grief. With the last sparkle of hope fading away, he turned increasingly ghostly pale.
Affected by Wu Daozi's agony, all people present fell silent with a heavy heart.
After a while, Wandong suddenly lifted his head and asked Wu Daozi, "Master, for how long will the one you want to cure endure?"
Wu Daozi went confused and knitted his eyebrows forthwith. He said, "Two years at most based on her cultivation."
"Two years?" Random pondered for a moment and lifted his eyes at Sun Daobai, "Grandpa Sun, will you return to your prior condition of health if the inflammatory toxins were thoroughly wiped out? I mean at least to the condition that allows you to produce an Everlasting Rejuvenation Pill?"
"Eradicating my inflammatory toxins?" Sun Daobai asked in amazement, his eyes widely open. He had the toxins in him for decades that he had almost given up on eliminating them.
Wandong nodded firmly without hesitation. He responded in a confident tone, "It was merely a stalling tactic to disperse the inflammatory toxins into your limbs. Grandpa Sun, for your information, I have what it takes to eradicate them from your body once and for all. However, that calls for my three-month preparation."
"Yaoting, are...are you kidding with me?" Sun Daobai asked, bewildered. He rose in utter thrill and walked to Wandong. He pressed Wandong's shoulders with his quivering hands.
Xu Wenchuan gazed at them in a stupefaction. It seemed him couldn't come to terms with what he heard.