With a frown, Michael rose from his bed, scanning his condition.
'Taking into account the state of my body, it's easy to deduce what kind of poison I have been infected with.'
His gaze swiftly moved towards the door.
'Aphrodisiac.'
If he had to guess, then he had been infected by air. With smoke that is invisible to the naked eye, it would be impossible to spot even with Perfect Vision.
Still… The poison chosen puzzled him. He could understand if it was one that crippled him, but an aphrodisiac wouldn't affect his fighting ability much, nor would it kill him.
The only thing that came to mind was an assassin that didn't have much information on him. Only then would it make sense since the cultivators that could block poisons would purposefully let the effect of an aphrodisiac work on them for personal reasons.
Taking a deep breath, Michael peeked out the peephole of the door before opening it.
"..."
