Returning to her own country, Chun Yan immediately sought an audience with her master.
Chun Yan's master was a woman, clad in a kimono, regal and elegant, gentle and refined.
At that moment, the two sat face to face, one calm, the other anxious.
"Master! I've been poisoned!" Chun Yan quickly relayed her poisoning to her master, seeking her advice and strategy.
Upon hearing this news, the inscrutable woman's eyebrows knitted briefly before relaxing.
She gently set down the teacup she was holding and asked without any hint of alarm, "What poison is it?"
"I don't know, that despicable woman mentioned it's a slow-acting poison, and without an antidote, it will cause death by intestinal rupture." Chun Yan replied.
"Oh? It's the Intestine-Piercing Poison then!" Chun Yan's master mentioned dismissively, unconcerned.
"Master, you know of this poison?"
"I do!" Chun Yan's master picked up the teacup she had just put down, blew on it gently, and took a small sip.
