Song Qingshu gave a bitter smile. "Why is my tolerance getting worse and worse?" As he spoke, he closed his eyes.
A few seconds later, he suddenly opened them, several sharp glints appearing in his gaze.
Something was wrong! With his current cultivation, he could be called immune to a thousand cups of wine. If he used his inner energy to dispel the effects of alcohol, drinking would be no different from drinking water. How could he possibly feel dizzy?
Had he been poisoned?
Song Qingshu's expression darkened as he recalled the details of the banquet. Everyone had eaten the same dishes, and the wine had all been poured from the same jar. With his ability to see in all directions and hear everything around him, it would have been impossible to poison him during the feast. Besides, while he was not completely immune to all poisons, ordinary toxins could no longer harm him.
If it had not happened during the banquet, then where had he been poisoned?
Song Qingshu recalled everything after leaving the feast. Nothing unusual had happened, and then he had returned to his quarters...
At that moment, he suddenly caught a faint, secluded fragrance. Another wave of dizziness struck his mind, and Song Qingshu abruptly turned around, staring at the bouquet of yellow flowers from earlier.
Could it be those?
Song Qingshu did not dare remain in the room. He hurried outside, and the cool breeze in the courtyard slightly refreshed him.
It really was them!
Song Qingshu looked back at the flowers. Their golden leaves seemed to emit a sinister, eerie gleam.
"What kind of poison is this powerful?" Song Qingshu hurriedly circulated his inner energy to force out the toxin, only to discover in horror that his inner energy kept cutting in and out,