Poison Young Master's eyes were bloodshot; he was frantically concocting antidotes, but none of them worked.
"What kind of poison is this? Why is it that none of the antidotes I know are effective?"
"This curse of ending one's lineage is too vicious."
Liu Yunhuan was nearly desperate; thinking about his prime years, with so many women waiting for him to woo them, and now that thing couldn't function?
Could there be anything more hopeless?
Outside, many were waiting for his antidote, each worried; some were even thinking of going to find Chu Hao.
However, they didn't dare cause trouble, guessing that begging him wouldn't help at all. Who let them harass him before and spread rumors that Chu Hao was a Demon Head? Why would he give them any antidote?
Poison Young Master walked out of the room, looking dejected.
Yanzhong stepped forward and asked, "Is there an antidote yet?"
Liu Yunhuan shook his head.
