Watching Lin Tian's figure gradually disappearing into the distance, Lv Caolian's expression was incredibly melancholic.
After Lin Tian returned home, he washed all the Poison Scorpion Grass, spread it across a cool mat, and placed it under the sun to dry.
Fortunately, although it was already September, the sun was still vehemently scorching.
Soon, the moisture in the Poison Scorpion Grass had completely dried out.
Lin Tian then gathered all the Poison Scorpion Grass, ground it into powder in his room, and mixed it into a medicinal potion.
Huang Yingying, curious, came over and asked, "What is this powder for?"
"It's Poison Scorpion Grass powder," Lin Tian replied.
"Poison Scorpion Grass? What do you need that thing for? Poison Scorpion Grass is toxic, just a slight touch feels like a scorpion sting, it hurts badly!"
Huang Yingying quickly said, and even took several steps back, afraid that she might accidentally come into contact with the powder of the Poison Scorpion Grass.
