Upon seeing him, Ning Xiaoxian felt a pang of guilt deep inside her heart. Deceiving such an honest person, her barely existent "conscience" felt uneasy.
"Miss Ning must have been frightened," he said without waiting for her to speak, "Your wound is about a foot long, the poison has been removed, and I have applied the Spiritual Medicine from my sect. It should mostly heal within another two hours."
"How long have I been asleep?" How much poison had Changtian actually applied to her?
"We returned at late evening (7 p.m.). It is now 9 p.m. to 11 p.m., and the servants said that before we arrived, they had already heard unusual noises from the hall, and your bleeding had already stopped on its own. So, you must have been unconscious for at least three two-hour periods."
That meant she had slept for six hours! Lord Changtian, you truly are ruthless.
