"Crazy is the best outcome for Xinsu?" Is this really what awaits me in the future?"
Li Huowang had always thought that when others referred to him as Xinsu, they were merely saying he was some rare material, just like the rare root bones in the immortal cultivation novels of the past.
But the old nun before him told him that was not the case; the name Xinsu itself contained a significant problem.
Li Huowang took a deep breath to calm his heart and spoke again, "Master Jingxin, I once used Black Taishui to treat my hysteria, and it was quite effective. Have you ever used it for your son?"
Li Huowang really wanted to hear her say the word "never," but he was immediately disappointed.
"Used it, of course, I've used it, but Black Taishui must not be taken recklessly. It's easy to consume but difficult to expel. It will just nest in your stomach, sucking your blood and eating your flesh."
