After ending the discussion about feces, Sun Shijie took out his tobacco pipe and puffed a few times.
Then, he took a bamboo tube from his chest, opened it, and poured out a pill the size of a pinky fingertip. He broke it in half and placed it in a rectangular box.
At that moment, the seemingly lethargic snow centipede suddenly became spirited and crawled into the box at great speed.
Sun Shijie closed the lid, slowly put it into his sleeve, and said to Zheng Wei, "This detox is just a phase. The subsequent antidotes need to be taken on time."
"Thank you!" Zheng Wei said in a muffled voice.
Thanking the person who poisoned you—what a indescribable feeling!
"Let's get down to business. If we kill the one coming tonight, what will be the consequences?" Xiao Feng asked.
Zheng Wei pondered, "Because there are already very few people in the Celestial Defect Sect, they inform a fellow sect member of their whereabouts before each mission.
