The only weakness he had?
Zhao Xuan froze for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up. Wasn't it his fear of poison?!
A powerful surge of excitement welled up from the depths of his heart, so intense that words could not describe it. He took a deep breath to steady himself.
Then, with an eager and excited expression, he asked Tang San, "Xiao San, are you saying there's an Immortal Herb here that can make someone immune to all poisons?"
"Mm!"
Tang San nodded, then looked toward the white figure floating where fire and water met within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
It was a serene White Lotus with seven thin petals growing together. Every petal was as beautiful as white jade, while its center held a small emerald-green seedpod. Golden stamens curled atop the seedpod, and specks of fluorescence drifted slowly out from between them.
Whenever a gentle breeze swept by, the White Lotus would lightly sway and dance upon the water. After its lively dance, it would return of its own accord to the center of the surface and stand there quietly.
Zhao Xuan had noticed this White Lotus before. It was the only lotus floating on such a vast expanse of water; it would have been difficult not to notice it.
"Xiao San, could this White Lotus also be an Immortal Herb?" Zhao Xuan gazed at it, his eyes gleaming with wonder. It was simply too beautiful.
Tang San shook his head, a strange look flashing through his eyes. "No. Calling this White Lotus an Immortal Herb would be doing it an injustice."
He said, "Some years ago..."
His voice paused, and then he hastily rephrased himself.
"Some years ago, I once read records of this kind of White Lotus in an ancient book."