The night wind moved quietly through the trees around us as I stood near the water source with Yan Mo beside me, and although the stream now looked harmless beneath the moonlight, I could no longer look at it the same way after what the system had shown me.
Someone had poisoned this place.
Not by accident.
Not naturally but Intentionally.
I crouched beside the stream again, my eyes fixed on the flowing water as the knowledge inside my head slowly connected together more clearly the longer I focused.
The poison traces were weak now.
Very weak.
Most of it had already disappeared after fresh water began flowing again earlier that day when we removed the rock blocking the stream.
But traces still remained.
Enough for me to detect.
I slowly dipped my fingers into the water again.
Immediately, information surfaced in my mind.
Different herbs.
Different toxins.
Mixed together.
My brows slowly furrowed.
Yan Mo noticed immediately.
"What is it?" he asked quietly.
