Elder Yang's eyes brimming with tears: "Three months ago, my son went up the mountain to gather herbs and was unfortunately bitten by a highly poisonous black spider."
"I exhausted all my life's learning and could only barely suppress the poison."
"Only a spiritual medicine like the Blood Ganoderma can completely remove the poison."
As he spoke, Elder Yang carefully opened the wooden box.
A whole blood-red, Ganoderma-like herb quietly lay on the velvet lining, with faintly visible blood-colored patterns flowing across its surface, emitting a subtle scent of sweetness mixed with musk.
Chen Nan's gaze sharpened, reaching out to lightly touch the surface of the Blood Ganoderma, then shook his head: "Elder Yang, this Blood Ganoderma has matured for 300 years; its potency is fierce and domineering."
"If consumed directly, I fear the poison might not be cleared but instead injures your son's heart and veins first!"
