Night enveloped the scene, and in the Plum Garden, the plum blossoms were in full bloom.
A gust of wind blew through, scattering the snow piled upon the plum branches, as if it were a snow of tears.
Beneath the plum tree, the ancient well lay silent.
A ghostly shadow arrived at the well's edge.
With its back to the snowy landscape, the face of the shadow was revealed—it was the Jade Hand Poison Master.
Upon seeing the prohibition over the well, the Jade Hand Poison Master was unsurprised.
A burst of hand force shattered the prohibition, and within the ancient well, the poison smoke gradually dissipated.
The Jade Hand Poison Master flew down, landing at the bottom of the well.
Below the well, the little monster lay on the ground, motionless.
His ugly face still bore traces of tears not yet dry.
The Jade Hand Poison Master sighed and gently touched the little monster's nose.
No breath remained, his body had lost its warmth; everything appeared akin to death.
