"What's this?" Sang Luo wrapped a blanket around herself and leaned closer to smell it. The red ointment had a very strange smell.
It was bitter, a bit like medicine…
But not quite…
Fei Yuan swirled his long, elegant fingertips through the paste. "I extracted a trace of venom from the Divine Poison Pearl," he explained, "and fed it to the world's most toxic creatures. None survived more than three days. I then took their corpses, boiled them down, and after several months of refinement, I created this small bowl of poison ointment."
He seemed to ignore Sang Luo's strange expression, chuckling softly. "Don't be fooled by this small, palm-sized bowl. It contains the essences of three hundred and ninety-nine deadly poisonous creatures... Luo'er, if you can't bear it, don't use Purification. Otherwise, all this effort will be for nothing."
