This was a poisonous immortal fruit!
Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the Poison Lord. After a long time, he bowed.
"I accept!"
He wanted this poisonous fruit!
The Poison Lord wasn't surprised.
In his judgment, Xu Qing was someone much like himself.
In order to become stronger, in order to break through, in order to walk higher, they could ask a tiger for its skin!
To Xu Qing, the Poison Lord was the tiger.
But from the Poison Lord's perspective, Xu Qing bore his own tiger skin as well—after all, this was someone the Venerable Immortal had personally cautioned against involving in karmic entanglements.
'However, this is more interesting.'
The Poison Lord smiled and waved his sleeve as he walked forward.
His figure gradually blurred, as though it had fused with the world. Finally, he disappeared.
Only his voice echoed in the world.
"Xu Qing, do your best."
