Seeing this, the middle-aged man was overjoyed: "Yes! Thank you, Master. I wish you great success!"
The Ten Thousand Poison Hands, which gathers all the most poisonous substances in the world in one hand, is a skill that only the leader of the Five Poison Sect can practice. If this skill is mastered, no detoxification substance will be of any effect!
Even if that person is Ghost Doctor Fengjiu, he can't find a way to break the Ten Thousand Poison Hands! He will tolerate him for now, and wait until the sect master's poison skills are perfected. By then, it will be their death!
On the other side, the Nalan family in Baichuan City.
"I heard that the Tiandan Tower has made a lot of enemies again? This time it seems that they have provoked people from the Five Poison Sect?" Patriarch Nalan asked his eldest son who was sitting in the hall, but he was only busy drinking tea and didn't even respond.
Nalan Mochen was scraping the tea gently with the lid of the cup, as if he didn't hear anything and no one knew what he was thinking about.
Nalan Ziyan beside him also looked absent-minded, and the two brothers didn't even listen to what he was saying. Seeing this, the head of the Nalan family frowned, slapped his hands on the table, stared and asked loudly: "What's wrong with you two brothers? Didn't you hear me asking you questions? Why are you all so absent-minded?"
Hearing this, Nalan Mochen and Nalan Ziyan both looked up. The former smiled and glanced at Nalan Ziyan, while Nalan Ziyan sighed after glancing at them: "Dad, don't worry about this matter. Even if Tiandan Tower offended someone, you can't help, right? It's useless to ask so much and talk so much."
He paused, looking worried, and glanced at his brother beside him: "If I had as strong strength as my eldest brother, I wouldn't be sitting here worrying."
The head of the Nalan family was stunned. "What are you talking about? What are you worried about? I haven't said anything about you yet! You've been running to Feng Mansion every other day recently. Tell me the truth, what have you been doing there?"
Hearing this, Mo Chen narrowed his eyes and glanced at Nalan Ziyan: "You run to Feng Mansion every other day? Are you really concerned about Leng Shuang? It seems that you don't take my words to heart."
"Brother, you can't say that, I..." Nalan Ziyan was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"Bang!"
"What's going on? What do you mean by being obsessed with Leng Shuang? You little bastard, are you attracted to the black-clad woman Leng Shuang beside Feng Jiu? Do you think your life is too long? How dare you set your sights on her? I think you've been living too comfortably lately, and you want to make some trouble for her, right?"
The head of the Nalan family slammed his hand heavily on the table, stood up angrily, and cursed at his second son.
“Brother…” Nalan Ziyan looked at Mo Chen, hoping that he would help speak a few good words.
"Don't look at me. I can't help it."
He took a sip of tea, put down the cup, stood up, raised his hand and flicked his robe, and said coldly: "I have only been in seclusion for a while, and there are a lot of troubles. Especially, if I am not in seclusion, nothing will happen. Once I am in seclusion, I will break my promise to Fengjiu."
At this point, Mo Chen shook his head and smiled, glanced at Nalan Ziyan, and said slowly: "Solve your own problems by yourself! However, I still advise you to give up the idea of Leng Shuang as soon as possible. It is impossible for you to be with her." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked away.