"Second Elder, this poison is not easy to counter, even concocting a temporary suppressant would be acceptable," he added another sentence.
"I understand."
The Second Elder nodded, not so delusional as to overestimate his own awareness.
The real antidote, he estimated, was beyond his ability to create. He could only think of other methods to try and suppress the toxicity for now.
"Ah, I really don't know what the Valley Master is thinking," he sighed lightly, feeling that Liao Fusheng must have had his brain caught in a door to still be resistant at this critical juncture.
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"The poisonous herbs here are certainly plentiful."
Unlike the Plain Color Herb Garden of Medical Valley, the herb garden here in Poison Valley was much more vibrantly colored.
The ground was strewn with colorful poisonous herbs, seemingly emitting toxic gases that almost overwhelmed them, while the trees alongside were laden with fruits of various hues, all used for making poison.
