"Can this Gu Poison really be cured?" Li Shuang finally asked after a period of silence in the car.
Li Dayu had been wondering the same thing. Back in his day, Gu Poison outbreaks were a death sentence for many, with no known cure. Some practitioners weren't even skilled enough to cure the poisons they themselves concocted.
For once, father and son were in perfect agreement. They both turned to look at Wang Jian.
Wang Jian carefully sorted through the information recorded in the ancient texts he had memorized.
