The old poison master rushed west as soon as he heard.
When he reached the smooth cave, he tossed the bottle Mu Shaoling mentioned inside, and saw the bears all scrambling in.
"Wow, this thing really works well!"
With nothing chasing after him, the old poison master came back.
"Hey, kid, give me some of that stuff." He approached Mu Shaoling without any politeness.
Seeing him all filthy, Mu Shaoling disdainfully brushed aside his arm.
"Even Yangyang said your poison skills are great. Can't you even make something like that? Aren't you embarrassed to ask me for such a low-level thing?"
The old poison master turned to glare at Yangyang, "You little brat, always selling me out."
"I was just telling the truth, okay?" Yangyang looked at the old man with disdain, "There are so many herbs in the forest. You could mix something up easily, so we don't get chased by wild beasts. And you have the nerve to blame me."
