"You can't go over there."
Although Su Han said so, the man still grabbed Su Han and didn't let go.
"It's too dangerous there."
Even though they had mocked and ridiculed Su Han in every possible way before, since Su Han had come, he was their brother!
Compared to those disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion, these people were truly simple-hearted, having faced countless life-and-death crises together. Even for someone like Su Han, who had just joined, they didn't want to see him walk to his death.
"It's alright."
Su Han shook his head, still broke free from the man's arm, and amidst many frowns, walked to the entrance of the passage.
His palm gently turned, and a pill appeared.
This pill was black, with a dull and somewhat round surface, but its strong smell wasn't medicinal; it was very pungent.
This was a Second Grade Poison Pill.
In silence, Su Han directly tossed the Poison Pill out.
Everyone was watching him, not understanding what he was doing.
