After signing her name, the Third Elder took the paper, lit it on a candle, and continuously chanted a spell. He also mentioned her, Mu Qian's names, and their birth details until the paper was completely burned and the ashes fell into the bowl that was on the table.
At that moment, the Third Elder picked up the bowl from the table and held it in front of her, "Drink it."
Lady Wen stared at the bowl, feeling a strong resistance inside. It was as if a voice inside her was shouting, don't drink, don't drink.
It wasn't until Ji Qing nudged her that she came back to her senses, seeing the elders looking at her, their expressions changing due to her hesitation.
Lady Wen knew she had to drink whatever was in the bowl, or her trip here would have been in vain. Taking the bowl, she comforted herself internally, don't think too much, Mu Qian had already given her the antidote, hadn't he?
Nothing's wrong, there won't be anything wrong.
She lifted the bowl and drank down its contents.
