The night deepened, and the mountain wind grew colder.

The group by the campfire, having filled their stomachs and taken a short rest, felt their spirits lift considerably.

Just then, the female cultivator whom Lin Mo had saved earlier let out a painful groan. Her body began to twitch slightly, and an abnormal dark red hue appeared on her delicate face.

"Not good, my sister's fire poison is acting up again!" Lu Yun's expression changed as he hurried forward to check on his sister, Lu Qing.