Thump… Huff… Qin Feng surged upward from the icy lake, having labored for several hours until he finally expelled the last trace of the Five Elements’ poison. Now he felt remarkably light and refreshed. Retrieving his flying sword, he stepped onto the shore and glanced through the window of the car. At once, he smiled. Qingzi was leaning against her seat, already asleep—meaning she had completely missed the scene just now. Hey, his character wasn't just good; it was truly exceptional. He was grateful that he had encountered Qingzi yesterday. If it had been anyone else, he might very well have tossed her aside and driven off himself, leaving her behind. In that case, he'd have been truly in a bind. Reflecting on the poisoning he'd suffered last night, he still felt shaken to this day—taking an entire night to fully recover from the poison, which clearly demonstrated its potency. By the time things settled, he had largely figured out how he had been poisoned, and it was directly linked to the phrases the five of them had uttered—such as "Golden Technique" and "Wooden Technique." After saying those words, the only action they took was to launch their throwing swords. Then, without a word, they simply slipped away and fled. So it's easy to judge that the poisoning was caused by their hidden weapons, and he clearly remembers that the hand swords launched by the five of them were of different colors. Indeed, the problem lies precisely in these weapons. Next time I encounter you, I'll make sure to eliminate you right away—instead of simply listening to your dull, repetitive speeches about "Golden Ninja Techniques" and "Wood Ninja Techniques!" This is all due to a lack of understanding of ninjas—well, once again, experience truly matters. He reached out and gently opened the passenger-side car door, careful not to disturb the sleeping Qingzi, so his movements were soft, and he closed the door with minimal noise. Qingzi's breathing was somewhat rapid and heavy, prompting him to glance at her again. Something was off—she looked as though she were unwell, her complexion appearing slightly unusual. He reached out and felt her forehead—it was hot, a clear sign of a cold. He then glanced at her sleeves, which were completely damp. Although the car had been blowing warm air for several hours, the high humidity inside had slowed down the evaporation. His sharp eyes immediately noticed that the lower part of Qingzi’s leg, from the knee down, was also wet. This must have happened when she collected ice the previous night—he had been so focused on detoxifying that he hadn’t noticed these details. Without the warmth of her outer garment and with multiple spots of her clothes soaked in icy water, and given the cold outside temperature, it was no wonder she ended up unwell after settling into the car, constantly blowing warm air. His rough estimate placed her body temperature at at least 39 degrees. Qin Feng kept a variety of daily items and clothing for women in his watchband—after all, there were so many women around him, and it simply wasn’t possible to overlook such essentials. If he had noticed that Qingze's clothes were damp last night, he would surely have brought some dry, suitable garments for her. Now it's too late—what matters most is her fever reduction. He softly called out, "Qingze, wake up, Qingze..." Repeating it several times, the beautiful woman finally slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she said upon seeing him was, "Qin Sang, are you fully recovered?" "I am recovered, but you're ill," Qin Feng said, his heart aching. "Really? What illness could I possibly have?" She smiled, then tried to sit up, only to realize her body was stiff and weak throughout, with no strength at all. "You've caught a cold—quite severe," he said, while reaching into his waistcoat and pulling out a water bottle, a cup, and several pills. Qingze's bright eyes immediately sparkled, "Qin Sang, you're truly a master magician—anything you do seems to come alive, so amazing!" He chuckled, shaking his head—what magician was he? Those people simply didn't have the credentials to compare. He lowered the window glass, gently tossed the thermos outside onto the ground, then cast a flame symbol. The intense heat immediately boiled the water inside the thermos. With a simple stretch and suction, the thermos floated back and was automatically filled with a cup of hot water, placed into Qingzi's hands. Then he began examining the pills. These medicines were purchased in China, as he himself had excellent health and never needed them, so he was unfamiliar with them. "This one—take two pills; this one—take one per dose; this one—take four per dose; and this one…" He quickly removed the pills and capsules, filling a bottle cover in a matter of moments. "Qin Sang…" "What is it?" He looked up. Qingzi pointed to the full bottle cover, asking carefully, "Qin Sang, are you sure I need to take so many pills?" "Ah." He looked at her carefully and said, a little embarrassed, "There are so many, aren't there? Then let's pick a few that are more important. These are medicines that China's national TV stations frequently advertise. As the saying goes, 'Under a great reputation lies a strong team'—they must be quite good. Please have a quick drink, is the water a bit hot?" "Thank you," Qingzi obediently took the bottle cap and swallowed all of the three or four medicines. Qin Feng looked at her damp clothes and said, "Your clothes are all wet—this is the main cause of catching a cold. Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" Qingzi slowly lowered her head. "At that time, Qin Sang was in such a critical condition—I thought my little matter didn't matter at all. It's really not serious; with the warm breeze, it should dry up quickly." "But that won't do. You must change into dry, comfortable clothes; otherwise, recovery will be difficult," he said with firm determination. "Yet, when I went out, I was a bit in a hurry and didn't bring my change of clothes." "Qingzi said softly, 'Actually, I was planning to buy a few pieces for myself once I reached the next city. I never expected to meet Qin Sang on the way!' Qin, the young nobleman, smiled, 'Did you really forget I'm a magician? For me, it's nothing special to materialize some clothes. But before I do that, I need to ask—do you prefer a fresh, pure style, or something more mature and elegant, or perhaps office wear, or a university-inspired look? Since you yourself are so pure and simple, I'm certain you'd love a pure, fresh style, aren't you?' 'Qin Sang, you truly can make clothes appear,' the beautiful woman exclaimed, surprised.