"Brother, how is it, can the poison in his body be neutralized?" Ling Chen asked impatiently.
Ling Gengqiu didn't answer, but instead borrowed a dagger from Zhu Qing.
"Is that alright?"
Li Haibin nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Ling Gengqiu responded, then unceremoniously picked up the dagger, sliced open a cut on Li Haibin's arm, and used a cup to collect Li Haibin's fresh blood.
Staring at the blood in the cup, Ling Gengqiu brought it to his nose and sniffed it, then actually took a small sip of the blood. Seeing this, everyone present couldn't help but change expression. Li Haibin said anxiously, "Spit it out, quickly, or you'll die."
"Uncle Li, don't worry, my brother knows what he's doing." Ling Chen said. He of course knew Ling Gengqiu's abilities; with his immortal body he was practically immune to all poisons, this bit of toxin was nothing.
