Inside the bamboo cottage, however, Su Ling'er had not stepped out.
She was facing a bronze mirror, trying her best to make herself look weaker.
She knew perfectly well that with First Senior Brother's and that alchemy fanatic Lu Wu's skills in Alchemy, if she faked some external or internal injury, the wound would probably heal the moment a pill touched her lips.
And then she'd be dragged back up to keep working.
After all, she had personally experienced First Senior Brother's pills. They were dark and grubby, looking like poisonous dregs, yet their effects were frighteningly good.
Aside from the fact that swallowing three at once was a bit of a choking hazard.
But this also proved that faking a physical injury was useless.
It had to be an illness that pills couldn't immediately cure, one whose cause couldn't even be easily identified. Only then could she hope to stall First Senior Brother.
