After hearing this, Zhao Yuanhao's expression turned exceptionally grave. He slammed his hand heavily on the desk. "Something like this actually happened! Those people have some nerve!"
Watching his expression, Lin Taichu asked, "Your Majesty, from the look of it, has Rice Country encountered something similar recently? When I entered the city, I found the capital under martial law, and the atmosphere was extremely tense."
Zhao Yuanhao sighed and nodded. "That's right. Rice Country has also discovered traces of those people recently. About a month ago, strange patients began appearing in the capital. They were weak all over, their minds clouded, and some even lost control and injured others."
"The imperial physicians investigated for a long time but could not determine the cause. Later, we captured a suspicious person. Only after severe interrogation did we learn that these people had been controlled by a bizarre potion, and the ones who refined it were a race called the Dark Race."
"The Dark Race?" Lin Taichu frowned. The name seemed familiar. After thinking carefully for a moment, he suddenly remembered that, when he had studied medicinal herbs with an elder of the Medicine Hall, the elder had once mentioned them.
The Dark Race was an ancient race that lived in seclusion in remote places. They excelled at cultivating all kinds of rare spiritual herbs, and many scarce medicinal herbs came from their hands. However, they had always kept a low profile and rarely interacted with the outside world. He had never expected them to be doing such things now.
"Your Majesty, do you know the origins of this Dark Race?" Lin Taichu asked.
Zhao Yuanhao nodded. "We discovered that the Dark Race lives in seclusion in Black Wind Valley. They possess a secret art passed down through their lineage that allows them