At that moment, aboard the ship.
Leng Yu Yan was sitting on a small stool, while Ye Yiheng sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, consciously channeling his Inner Strength toward his left hand.
"The poison has reached this point," Leng Yu Yan whispered softly. "I'm going to insert the needle, aim your fingertips at the basin."
"Okay," Ye Yiheng responded without opening his eyes.
Leng Yu Yan heated the silver needle in the candle flame, then pricked his index, middle, and ring fingertips with it.
A slight sting spread, and Ye Yiheng continued to drive his Inner Strength. Soon, blood tainted with a bit of poison flowed from his fingertips.
Leng Yu Yan examined it by candlelight; the blood in the water turned a peculiar dark purple, indicating the severity of the poison in his body.
Had it been anyone else, they likely would have been long dead.
Yet, there he was, very much alive in front of her.
An hour later, Leng Yu Yan called a halt: "That's enough for today."
