Yinchuan Inn.
Ji Zhao was brewing medicine.
"If you want to completely cure the poison in your body, you still need to take a medicinal bath." Immortal Crane, who was still a little worried, took her pulse again.
"Master, did you just say that this poison is called Fragrant Beauty?" Ji Zhao frowned and asked curiously, "What kind of poison is Fragrant Beauty?"
"Cough, cough." Immortal Crane's eyes flashed with discomfort. "I'm ashamed to say this, but this Fragrant Beauty was made by me…"
"Ah?" Ji Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I've been studying medicine since I was young. Later on, I realized that making poisons is more interesting. In my spare time, I made some poisons, and the Fragrant Beauty is one of them." Immortal Crane stroked his beard, his eyes filled with helplessness. "It's just that I didn't expect you, stupid disciple, to fall for it!"
