Watching Hu Chenwuding's retreating light vanish farther and farther away, Li Yan did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat down cross-legged atop the peak.
Then he closed his eyes. Only after more than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea did he open them again.
"The Ghost Domain Poison Scroll truly lived up to its reputation. Though I only gleaned a few traces from his scattered words, I have already seen some even sharper methods of administering poison.
"At the same time, there was the method of fusing poisons of different attributes. That counted as a modest gain as well. For now, though, I had only roughly committed these things to memory. I would need to test them one by one in the future."
Calling Hu Chenwuding over had indeed been partly for reminiscing, but Li Yan had also wanted to truly discuss the arts of poison cultivation with him.
The stones of another mountain could be used to polish one's jade. Yet how could ordinary poison cultivators catch Li Yan's eye? And skilled poison cultivators would hardly reveal the matters of their own cultivation techniques to him.
Whether out of gratitude toward Li Yan or because he wished to cling to Li Yan, this great tree, Hu Chenwuding's words often made Li Yan's eyes light up.
Li Yan guessed that these were likely some methods for using the Ghost Domain Poison Scroll, but certainly not the core contents of its cultivation art. No matter what, Hu Chenwuding would never reveal those.
After all, they concerned the foundation of a Lineage. No matter how much Hu Chenwuding wished to climb a high branch, he still had his own bottom line.
Thus, Li Yan likewise returned the peach with a plum and pointed out several shortcuts in