"Zhao Yang."
"Hmm?"
"The thing you had them drink, was it really the Intestinal Piercing Poison that would take effect in a month?" On the way home, Zhang Xiu'er couldn't help but ask.
"Haha, actually, where would I have the time to prepare that? It was just a few small pills for strengthening the foundation and cultivating vitality that I made with the leftover herbs from when I was preparing medicine for Grandpa Xia Bing," Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"So you're saying that these little pills are not only non-toxic to them, but also beneficial?" Zhang Xiu'er asked.
"I wouldn't say that. These pills are quite potent. For people like them, in good physical condition and brimming with energy, they would experience symptoms of visceral burning and will likely burn until tomorrow morning," Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"That strong..." Zhang Xiu'er stuck out her tongue.
"Of course, I wouldn't bother making medicine that's as harmless as sugar beans."
