C1907 Drink the Poison Pill

"What is this?" Qi Lin peered at the pill in Qin Ming's hand, struggling to remember its name.

The numerous martial cultivators in attendance were equally clueless about the pill's identity.

"Qin Ming, your pill refinement was a failure, wasn't it?"

"Haha..."

"To think, after all this effort, you lack the skills of a true snake alchemist. You're nothing but an impostor."

"Indeed