"What the hell is this? How did my poison just disappear?"
Dugu Bo leaped to Chen Ming's side. His gaze at the Aromatic Silk Beauty became exceedingly wary, as though it were not a harmless herb, but a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that devoured people whole.
"I seem to remember seeing this thing in some book. It's called the Aromatic Silk Beauty, and its floral fragrance can restrain every poison under heaven. Since this characteristic makes it the natural enemy of Poison Soul Masters, I kept it in mind despite seeing it only once. I never expected such a thing to actually exist."
Because of the Aromatic Silk Beauty's special significance to Poison Soul Masters, Chen Ming simply claimed that he had read about it in a book. Dugu Bo nodded at Chen Ming's words, thoroughly convinced.
After all, if he had seen something capable of restraining every Poison Soul Master in the world in a book, he would have remembered it too. Whether it truly existed or not, whether it was real or fake, he would certainly have remembered it firmly.
Yet Dugu Bo looked at his own hand and sensed the condition within his body. Still unable to understand, he asked Chen Ming, "Didn't this so-called Aromatic Silk Beauty restrain all poisons under heaven? Why could you feel your Soul Power being restrained when you entered, while I couldn't? Why did I have to release my Soul Power before I could see it being suppressed?"
"I can't be certain, but I have a guess." Chen Ming stroked his chin, his eyes narrowing unconsciously as though he had grasped something wondrous.
"Ancient books say that the Aromatic Silk Beauty restrains all poisons under heaven. Its fragrance can neutralize all toxins, but it has no detoxifying ability of its own. If