Watch closely. This man was called Little Li. Just moments ago, he had been forced to drink medicinal wine mixed with a double dose of Lovesickness Powder.
To be honest, he had to admit that he had overestimated his constitution.
Immunity to a hundred poisons was utterly useless against this stuff. The moment the wine entered his stomach, a burning sensation flared beneath his dantian.
But as everyone knew, Young Hero Li had considerable experience with his yang energy overflowing repeatedly. He even had a nickname: Li Huowang.
"How do you feel, Young Hero Li?"
Seeing blood and qi surging across his face, Mo Chaozong narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Fine wine. It actually made me a little unable to hold my liquor."
Li Mo heavily exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol. That part was not entirely an act.
After cupping his hands and excusing himself, he left the table and hurried away, as though something were chasing him from behind.
"Heh... hehehe. Looks like it worked quite well."
An unfathomable smile appeared on Mo Chaozong's face.
"Where is the cultist who concocted this? This person is a talent. Even Li Mo's constitution could not withstand its medicinal effects."
Yuwen Cuojin nodded in satisfaction, about to say more when his expression suddenly stiffened slightly and killing intent flashed through his eyes.
Squinting, Situ Ding said, "This thing can probably affect even a Dharma Body by thirty percent."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's gazes involuntarily gathered on Mo Chaozong, and they all silently moved a little farther away from where he stood.
"Sect Master Mo, how do you... feel now?"
"This Seat... heh, this Seat's realm is profound, and I cultivate curse arts. What have I not seen before? This little backlash is no great matter."
Mo Chaozong gave