He did not dare stop along the way. The wound on his arm still throbbed faintly, but he had no time to worry about that now. All he wanted was to get out of the Poisonous Fog Land as quickly as possible.
After running for about two hours, he finally saw light ahead, and the poisonous gas had thinned considerably. He knew he was close to getting out.
After another ten-odd minutes of running, Lin Taichu rushed out of the Poisonous Fog Land, and the view before him suddenly opened up.
Outside lay an open expanse. A high platform had been set up in the middle, with several people in white coats seated on it. Below stood quite a few people dressed similarly to the two teams from before, each holding medical tools.
The moment he stopped, he heard someone on the platform shout, "The time for the third round of assessment is almost up. Any teams that have not returned will be considered to have forfeited!"
Only then did Lin Taichu realize that this was likely the selection site for the Healing Immortal Medical Hall.
Just as he was about to find somewhere to hide, he suddenly saw Captain Zhao's and Captain Zhang's men, who had been chasing him earlier, run out as well. Both teams were wounded and cursing at each other.
The moment Zhang Lei looked up, he spotted Lin Taichu. Pointing at him, he shouted, "That's him! He stole the grass! Hand it over now!"
Everyone's attention turned to Lin Taichu. A white-bearded old man on the platform spoke up. "Young man, are you holding the Five-Poison Immunity Grass?"
Lin Taichu froze for a moment, then could only nod and take the three stalks of grass from his cloth bag.
The white-bearded old man's eyes lit