All his sensations were illusions.
There was no poison to begin with, so naturally, no toxins could be detected.
Xiao Qiang was already a renowned poison doctor; his mastery of poison was unmatched in the world.
Zeng Guang was just an ordinary person, so how could he know such matters? To detoxify early, he treated Xiao Qiang with utmost respect, even continuously air-freighting old wild ginseng from the northeast. Although Xiao Qiang didn't really value them, he still put them into the Qiankun bag.
One day had passed, and due to the medicine and the energy of creation, Xiao Qiang's wounds had healed a bit, giving him even enough strength to walk on the ground.
It was on the evening of the next day when a terrifying booming sound suddenly came from outside the courtyard, followed by the thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Seven or eight burly men walked in, followed by five or six bodyguards.
