In a room adorned with a simple design, filled with over a hundred incense burners,
a middle-aged woman in red, her face haggard and revealing an aged appearance despite her charming demeanor, was intently staring at the glaze cup set upon the jade table before her.
She paid no heed to the trivial noises emanating from each of the incense burners.
If a Beast Master, used to foraging in the deep mountains, were in this room, they could easily discern that the sounds from these cauldrons came from various venomous insects, toads, and snakes.
Yet these spine-chilling noises seemed strangely harmonious within the confines of this room.
After a long while, Ning Hongshu stood up, lost in contemplation.
Her journey had not been smooth sailing, but she always managed to stay ahead of her peers.
By the age of just over seventy, she had become a Grandmaster Creator, seamlessly taking over the legacy of the Hall of Nine Poisons.
