"Senior, why did you stop?"
Gu Shen also halted immediately and asked with a smile, "Do you need a rest? No rush, I'll wait here for you. We can start again whenever you're ready."
"You..."
Mr. Zhuang laughed in exasperation.
Suddenly, he realized this young man was quite different from what he had imagined.
"If senior hasn't had enough, I can accompany you until dawn."
Gu Shen said calmly, "If you've had enough, why not take a rest and give me a chance to explain myself."
"..."
Mr. Zhuang fell into complete silence.
It was only now he realized that, after pinpointing the "spiritual toxins," he hadn't given this young man a chance to speak.
But that wasn't really his fault.
Twenty years ago.
The Netherworld King was truly a notorious figure.
What kind of good person would resort to using the "Netherworld King's Poison"?
Back then, giving such a person a chance to speak would only bring bad luck to oneself!
"This poison...is indeed from the 'Netherworld King.'"
