C893 The First Harvest of the Immortal Realm

The old apothecary's jaw dropped in shock.

All five Centurions had fully recovered!

Standing before them, his face etched with disbelief, he blurted out, "Impossible, how can this be? How did this kid manage to neutralize their poison? It was supposed to be incurable."

The fifteen Pill Masters wore grave expressions, having already committed to a military decree