C73 The Burning Poison.

A crescent moon had quietly climbed into the sky. In the cave where Loong Jiaoyang had crafted the Hercules Pill, he sat by the fire, roasting a pheasant. Yet his attention was far from the bird. His brows furrowed deeply, etching a 'Chuan' character across his forehead.

"You've burnt it." A voice snapped Loong Jiaoyang out of his reverie.

He paid no mind to the charred pheasant