The moment Poison King twisted open the bottle cap, he was greeted by a whiff of sweetness and felt refreshed instantaneously.
“Poison King, don’t drink it impulsively!” Nevertheless, Weston stopped him when he was about to take a sip.
Weston could not help but snort inwardly. Mapleton and the Empyrean Sect have been harboring grudges against each other for such a long time.
How’s it possible for both parties to mend the relationship with just a few words?
If the water was poisoned, Poison King would only be putting himself on the line if he takes it!
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