Ling Tianyu gave a faint smile and said, "A mere thirty-five types of poison, not that toxic. You're fine too, aren't you? So, let's continue."
Upon hearing these words, the Pipe-smoking Elder felt a mix of shock and awe. The man could simply taste and then state how many poisons there were, as if he knew the name of each one—it was a draw then.
The Integration Fourth Layer Elder and the elder with the square-jawed face were not surprised, but the others were shocked. Just five cups of wine containing so many toxins—they wouldn't dare drink it. They could not participate in such madness. Indeed, it was true that the temperament of the powerful was strange, not just in nature but also in action. They couldn't fathom what these people were thinking.
"We shall continue then," said the Pipe-smoking Elder as he poured more wine, repeating the same motions as before, creating the poisoned drink.
