“Elder Martial Uncle, I think this Zhiwu Grass can be replaced with two other medicinal ingredients.”
“In theory, that should work.”
But Zhiwu Grass had been added at her Elder Martial Brother’s instruction. Huan Mu had no taste for that sort of malicious prank, so… perhaps they should just forget it. Even she thought using Zhiwu Grass was a little too cruel.
After crushing a bit of the elixir powder and tasting it, Wen Jiayin was hit by a bitterness that struck straight into her soul—a taste capable of temporarily stripping away all sense of taste. She immediately tossed...
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