"I see."

Liang Shucheng nodded solemnly, then asked, "What about Qiu Hongxing?"

"Don't worry about it for now. News from the Gray Robe Sect will come back soon. We'll deal with it then."

Dean Xia turned and looked out the window with his hands behind his back. In the distance, dark clouds loomed over the city, and thunder was nowhere to be seen. "Handle it secretly. Don't create panic. That will only play into the hands of the evil forces."

"Um."

Liang Shucheng nodded slightly, then walked to Dean Xia's side and stood beside him, gazing into the distance and saying softly, "It seems a storm is brewing..."

In the dimly lit room, with only a faint candlelight, the boy had a blank expression, dry skin, and cracked lips, and looked extremely weak.

"Click..."

A faint sound came from ahead, and a glimmer of light appeared in the dark space before quickly disappearing.

The light made the boy's lips twitch slightly, and he gently opened his eyes. In his dazed state, someone walked in.

"Old Poison Master, how is it?"

The other person's voice was deep and respectful as they bowed to the elderly man sitting cross-legged on the soft couch opposite them.

"Hmm, that's about it."

The old poison master nodded slightly, his cloudy eyes opening halfway, a satisfied smile appearing on his seemingly weak face. "This kid has been locked up for three years. Let him go out and get some fresh air, so he can recover and his bloodline can be replaced."

"really!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man trembled with excitement, "My son can really have a normal cultivation bloodline?"

"Huh, normal bloodline?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of disdain flashed in the old poisoner's eyes. "The Tong Sheng Clan's inherited ability is the ability of prophecy. If it weren't for the life-saving grace, how could I possibly give up such a bloodline so easily?"

"Yes, yes, thank you for your kindness to my son, Elder Poison."

Despite his clearly noble status, the middle-aged man showed no displeasure at the old poison master's merciless words. Instead, he said with a delighted expression, "Then I wonder when my son will be able to undergo bloodline replacement?"

"This kid will be fine after ten days or half a month of recuperation, but your son is different."

The old poison master said calmly, "For bloodlines to merge without any rejection, multiple tests are needed. Your son has a weak constitution, so I'm afraid it won't be quick."

“It’s alright. We’ve waited all these years. As long as it can help my son, time is not an issue.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately expressed his gratitude, saying, "I wonder what else you need? Whatever you ask for, I will do my best to fulfill it."

"Alright, since you've put it that way, then I will do my best."

The old poison master closed his eyes again and said, "Each experiment will cause damage to his body. During the experimental phase, his body will basically stop growing and remain at the age of fourteen. You don't need to worry."

"Okay, I absolutely trust Poison Master."

The middle-aged man nodded with a happy expression, and then took out a storage ring from his pocket. "These are the herbs that you asked me to prepare, Elder Poison. Please take a look."

"Um."

The old poison master took it and looked at it. After confirming it, he nodded slightly and said, "Alright, take him out. Remember to take good care of him. If he dies, your son will never be able to recover."

"Yes, I remember, don't worry, Elder Poison."

After speaking, the middle-aged man bowed respectfully, then gave a wink to his subordinates and quickly led Long Bujie away.

The boy was newly released from prison, his mind somewhat numb, and he spent his days being served by servants.