“You're invulnerable, but what about me? Still, I don't feel anything strange going on in me. Could it be that your guess was wrong?”
Flaxseed felt well, and he did not show any signs of poisoning.
“The poisoning might not be fatal. They might be aiming for something else.”
With that, Jared turned to look at the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower.
“Could the Demon Sect have poisoned us for the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower? Why don't they get it themselves instead of stealing it from you?” Flaxseed wondered out loud.
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