At the moment, Tang Junru was already unconscious, his face darkened, clearly heavily poisoned.
Even his own Tang Sect couldn't solve the poison, yet he dared to use it; it was truly too impulsive.
Tang Qi's face looked bad, and he was even more worried. He had already sent people to invite the people from the Valley of Medicine King, thinking of ways himself, hoping to come up with a rescue method.
"Sect Leader, don't worry too much, the people from Valley of Medicine King will be here soon, the young master will definitely be alright." The sect members comforted Tang Qi.
Tang Qi sighed, with some struggle in his heart.
The Tang Sect has been passed down for so many years, always famous for hidden weapons and poison. In the historical process, indeed many people have died at the hands of its members - not obsessed, not alive.
Deeply studying poison art can only be taken when truly daring enough to risk life for it.
