Tang Hao sank into deep thought while looking at the flower.
The Flower of Rotting Poison was not a normal flower. Its poison was extremely hard to get rid of. No wonder the doctors could not cure him.
He knew the recipe for the antidote, but it required many rare and expensive medicinal herbs which he could not gather at short notice. The other method of curing the leg was to channel qi and force the poison out of the body, but his cultivation level was still short of performing such a technique.
He thought about it for a while, then found a way that made use of both methods.
He had stored a stash of medicinal herbs in his pocket dimension. Some of the herbs have an inhibiting effect on the flower's poison. By reducing the intensity of the poison, he can then channel his qi to successfully expel the poison from the body.
"I have a cure for your leg, Uncle," Tang Hao said.
"Really?" Shi Xuefeng was surprised.
