"Many thanks, fellow Daoist."
"Many thanks, fellow Daoist."
The group accepted Wang Tianyi's antidote pills and thanked him before swallowing them outright.
Not one of them worried that Wang Tianyi might have tampered with the pills.
Ye Lin had put it well: employ no one you doubt, and doubt no one you employ. Those words had struck straight into their hearts.
"Damn it, kid, could you give me the pill before showing off next time? If the poison acts up and kills me, I'll be the first to come for your life when I turn into a vengeful ghost."
Bao Xiaotou swallowed the pill in one gulp and looked at Wang Tianyi, his tone exaggerated.
Bao Xiaotou stared at Wang Tianyi with a thoroughly aggrieved expression.
I treated you like my best brother, yet when trouble came, all you thought about was yourself and forgot your good brother?
And my life wasn't even as important as bragging?
"Sorry. Once I recognized the scent of Soul-Ending Grass, I panicked a little."
Wang Tianyi said apologetically.
Here, he was the only one who knew how poisonous Soul-Ending Grass was. The moment he identified its scent, he admitted that he had panicked somewhat.
That was Soul-Ending Grass. The more of its fragrance one inhaled, the stronger the poison became. In the end, it could make someone drop dead on the spot.
Given enough time, even a great cultivator at the ninth level of the Golden Immortal realm would drop dead where they stood.
He had been fortunate enough to obtain it once long ago, and had thought the stuff was already extinct. He had never expected to encounter it here.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask how you are addressed?"
San Zang looked at Wang Tianyi with a genial expression.
"Wang Tianyi."
"Good, good,