Upon entering, Qin Shou realized something was amiss – a faint purple poisonous fog drifted through the cave, and in the midst of it bloomed a palm-sized purple flower, vibrant and striking. From its stamen emanated streams of purple poison, it was clear that the fog was its handiwork.
Qin Shou didn't know what it was called, let alone how poisonous it might be, but after a single breath, he was invigorated as if injected with chicken blood. His entire body's cells roared; he too bellowed excitedly, pounced forward, ripped off the flower, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Then, with a deep inhalation, all the poisonous air was sucked into his abdomen...
