This gave Zhao Fu pause, but thinking of the Myriad Poisons Divine Cauldron's abilities, he still decided to give it a try. In the end, ninety-six people entered the royal palace. They naturally possessed either genuine skill or powerful confidence to dare enter it; otherwise, virtually no one could escape the palace.
Zhao Fu put on the appearance of an ordinary person and silently followed behind them. Soon, he entered a resplendent hall of gold and jade.
The guards who had led them in told everyone to wait there. They obediently did so, but all those who had come possessed formidable strength and carried themselves with arrogant airs, looking upon the others around them with disdain.
Zhao Fu stood quietly to one side, keeping a low profile and doing nothing as he waited.
But a chubby little boy suddenly sidled over and whispered with a grin, "You're quite the sly one, huh? You actually came up with this method—pretending to be some reclusive master. Say, do you really have a way to cure that prince's poison? This isn't ordinary poison; it's poison that even the Frost Moon Empire can do nothing about!"
Zhao Fu was speechless. Indeed, he was the only one present wearing a cloak that concealed his face, making him exceptionally conspicuous among the crowd.
"I don't know medicine, but I have something that can detoxify poison," Zhao Fu said to the overly familiar chubby boy. The boy was not an elf but a human, and he should have come from another world. He was speaking Elvish.
"Huh? You don't know medicine and you still dared come? You'll be in deep trouble if that thing of yours doesn't work. But now that you know me, there won't be a problem."
The chubby boy was first startled, then spoke