Jiang Fan, solemn and unyielding, said sternly:
"Who would remind a prisoner like me of such a thing?"
"I just happened to overhear some of you in the Demon Race discussing the Spirit Sound Priest, mentioning how mysterious she is."
Jiu Yinzhu's emotions seemed a bit unsettled.
Some words were on the tip of her tongue but were held back.
She finally brushed off the topic, unwilling to say more.
To avoid inviting trouble.
"This Spirit Pill..."
Jiu Yinzhu looked at the Soul Nourishing Pill, her face full of hidden concerns.
Apparently, she was worried about potential issues.
Jiang Fan mused, "The pills overall should be fine."
"If the Spirit Sound Priest really intended harm to Concubine Yunxia, she could simply watch her remain in a coma forever."
"There's no need to send a pill, risking effort and gaining a bad reputation."
Jiu Yinzhu sighed slightly, "I know."
"It's just that her actions are always unpredictable."
