The moment Poison King twisted open the bottle cap, he was greeted by a whiff of sweetness and felt refreshed instantaneously.
“Poison King, don’t drink it impulsively!” Nevertheless, Weston stopped him when he was about to take a sip.
Weston could not help but snort inwardly. Mapleton and the Empyrean Sect have been harboring grudges against each other for such a long time. How's it possible for both parties to mend the relationship with just a few words? If the water was poisoned, Poison King would only be putting himself on the line if he takes it!
“Haha! Master Weston, you're really cautious. Who could know better than all of you from Mapleton about poison in the whole southwest region? Anyone who dares to challenge you on that must have lost their minds!” Carlos mocked and took the bottle back. After that, he took a mouthful to convince them.
Meanwhile, Poison King reprimanded Weston, “Get out of my way now!”
He was flattered by Carlos' words. Hmph! Those who dare to poison us must be digging their own graves!
“Mr. Xuereb, please excuse my subordinate's rudeness,” Poison King said in embarrassment.
Next, he took the glass bottle and gulped down the water.
Seconds later, he felt refreshed and even sensed an instant ripple of warmth flowing continuously in his elixir field.
“Poison King, how do you feel now?” Carlos asked, flashing him a smile.
“Wow! It's indeed a goody!” Poison King gasped, tossing away his earlier doubt of Carlos' words.
“Poison King, I'll bring you more next round since you like it. I believe it's a matter of time for you to break through your current stage and become a Martial Arts Grandmaster with the help of this magical water.” Carlos chuckled.
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