Just as the divine poison within Qin Chuan exploded and he fell unconscious, Song Qingshan had already mobilized all his connections, starting the search for century-old medicinal herbs.
"Dad, why are you suddenly searching for century-old medicinal herbs?"
Xia Wanrong filled Song Qingshan's cup with tea, asking with puzzlement.
Song Qingshan did not answer the question but instead took out a white porcelain bottle with a smile, saying, "Wanrong, guess what this is?"
Receiving the porcelain bottle, Xia Wanrong opened the stopper to take a light whiff, quickly resealing it while expressing her surprise, "Such a rich medicinal fragrance!"
She continued, "Such a dense medicinal fragrance can only come from one possibility..."
Having said this, she suppressed the shock in her heart and looked at Song Qingshan, asking, "Could it be that this is an elixir?"
"Haha!"
