The mission's destination was the Sichuan Wulin.
They had to assess the Tang Sect.
Naturally, the Hwanikdae had brought various antidotes with the support of the headquarters.
However, the poison arts were unpredictable variables.
Even if the masters of the Tang Sect were few, they had to prevent any potential reduction in strength.
This meant avoiding conflict unless certain information emerged. 'If it’s the Mancheonhwa, we might receive cooperation.' Jeong Yeon-shin did not withdraw the energy he had raised in his hand.
The reactions of the two masters from Hwanikdae were quicker.
Tae Yeom-ryong stroked his chin, gazing intently at the fragments of stone swirling in Jeong Yeon-shin's palm.
"Is that the secret of Mancheonhwa?" he muttered.
"Are you saying you pieced together the formula just by hearing the form of the herbivorous?" Namgung Hwa-shin, who had maintained a silent demeanor, finally spoke.
Even though he was still trapped in despair, he was indeed a martial artist born with outstanding talent.
His attitude towards discussing the formula was no different from that of Baek Gi-rin before.
"How can you operate the essence like that? It's not like it's empty air."