The strand of Death Grass in Zhu Bufan's hand was merely two inches long, and although it wasn't enough to poison an Innate-level master to death, it was not to be underestimated either. Combined with other ingredients, its virulent nature meant that its efficacy against Innate-level masters was uncertain.
As he held the Death Grass, wrapped in leather, the moment the liquid in the cauldron turned completely black and the evaporating mist transformed into a dark fog, Zhu Bufan no longer hesitated and cast the Death Grass into the cauldron.
Sizzle sizzle...
It was like pouring water into boiling oil, eliciting a slight popping noise. Streams of faint whirlpools eerily formed within the cauldron, stirring the previously stilled black liquid into a swirling mass again.
